Pretty Little Things

Caro shrugged and thought about her comment. She saw to the heart of the issue immediately but not in focus. “You're right, this isn't our type of work, which is to say this doesn't seem like our type of work.” He smiled wryly. “Whenever you get an opportunity for upper class work you gotta jump at it. Guarding estates and finding missing people beats months of hiking every time.” he smiled, all teeth. “If we do enough of these type of jobs, it can quickly seem like our type of work.” He shrugged, “Hopefully.” The truth is that this was likely a one shot with a good paycheck at the end, but they had to try anything to spread the word. If nothing else they could spread word about themselves at the event.

Finding a mysterious Ferelden artist in a crowd would be tough, but surely an ego play would get someone to talk, then we could compare notes and carry forth. Maybe they'd find nothing, but they had to try. Surely. He tucked into the side room and began to sort his clothes. A deep red side buttoned jacket with an embroidered salamander over the breast, with black shirt and pants, and a white tie. A bone white masque with the rough shape of a shield with a single eyed face drawn in clean glyph like red lines, and heavy black leather cavalry boots. Enough to stand out surely, but hopefully not too much. He straightened out any creased placed them to settle in the corner.

“I think Lelindin is too new to be trusted with this.” he answered simply, the red dogs introduction into the Salamanders wasn't without hiccups, and stressing the bonds too closely at this time wouldn't be wise. “And Ceren is a scout at heart, she'd be lost without her bow and horse. You're much more suited to street work in my opinion.” there was no polite way to say, I think you are a better liar than her so he decided to omit it. “Plus Genthus was busy.”