✖ “I’m not some broker to be bargained with; I don’t know who you are, if I can even trust you.” The elf growls, eyes narrowing into slits. With arms crossed he stands firmly, staring the woman down carefully -- all he wanted was to get the job done && get out before anyone noticed him or what he was doing. Having this unexpected confrontation was wasting time, putting him in more danger that he cared to operate under, yet the pressing situation couldn’t motivate him to be cooperative.
Hood drawn up, mask hanging limp around his neck, Kaey wouldn’t be immediately noticeable, but as soon as someone noted the arsenal tucked into his sash, or the darkened bottles peaking out of his field bag, they’d know something was going on. Assassinations were never easy, but this was ridiculous! “I might not even have the information you need, && then are you going to pay me to get it?” The elf sighs, jaw softening slightly. “Tell me who you are, prove that you can pay, && I’l consider helping you. But after I get this done.”