There are many things you consider. Gold is always good, not much you can't do with a sufficient amount of currency. On the other hand there's not all that much you actually want that he can really supply, besides he's a cool guy and extortion is mean. On the third hand he did offer and it would be impolite to refuse.... not to mention last minute consensus is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
"I will, at some point, need to convince some powerful individuals in the Empire of my bonafides to prevent various catastrophes. If you were prepared, some time after you have verified and acted on my information, to vouch that I knew things I could not have, and gave sound counsel based on them, I would appreciate it." You think that Janus motherfucking Hassildor has the kind of political clout to make certain that when you need to be taken seriously you are taken seriously.
"Of course, given your position, and the personal nature of the specifics, I would understand if you would not, though." You add hastily as one of the count's brows arches Vetinari style and Morlia kicks you as unobtrusively as she can. You aren't sure if she succeeds at the unobtrusive part but she did at the kicking part at least.
"That is no small thing you request." Count Hassildor leans back on his throne, face turned up a little so he's regarding the arching ceiling supports. "But, so long as you realise my support comes at my discretion then I see no problem with what you propose. I would be foolish indeed to deny that your information network, whatever it is, appears at least as potent as my own." You almost reel in shock that he agreed so easily and even sorta complemented the non-existent network of spies he assumes you, or one of your friends, has. That's very close to being too much awesome!
"T-Thank you very much!" You almost chime with happiness. Behind you there's the familiar sound of crystal on crystal, it's almost musical, and your glee fades as you see the Count's lips thin. You turn.
Tenor is doing the happy dance. Morlia is beet red with mortification and Diana has both hands clamped to her mouth to stop herself laughing loudly. You can still hear muffled giggles regardless.
"We'll be leaving now, my lord." Freyja sounds a little desperate. "Unless there is something else you require any of us for." She's not hopeful about that possibility. Count Hassildor waves a hand in dismissal, eyes still fixed on your dancing minion. You quickly tell Tenor to stop and order the trio of knights out of the hall. You follow at speed with the three women.
You evacuate the castle with all haste. When your group are beyond the gates and on the road leading up to the castle Morlia turns to you. "What in Akatosh's name was that?! Why was it dancing!?" She stabs a finger at Tenor, probably the only way she knew it was him is the lightning bolt symbol still visible on his chestplate. You should probably see about something more permenant soon, the charcoal is already smudged in places.
"I... don't know. Tenor why were you dancing?" You ask and the knight tilts his head to the right a few degrees, crystal grinding slowly over crystal.
"Happy dance." Tenor says slowly, slotting each syllable together carefully. His voice has a musical quality yours does not as if he's one or two seconds from starting a musical number.
"So you were happy?" You and Morlia ask at the same time. Tenor's head un-tilts itself then shakes and the knight points at you. "You were dancing because Fast was happy?" Morlia continues and gets a deliberate nod. "Why?"
Tenor shrugs unhelpfully. Morlia sighs, shoulders slumping. "Right, well, time to check on Lucas I suppose. He seemed rather eager to leave the city when we parted ways, better check he hasn't skipped out on us." Her thunderous expression effectively conveys what she'll do to him if he isn't where he's supposed to be.
"I should get back and report everything that's happened before Count Hassildor asks to see him." Freyja says and straightens her mail shirt unconsciously. "Just one thing," she says with a smile and stays just long enough to give you the directions to the place Lucas is staying. Morlia and Diana nod, clearly memorising each direction as Freyja imparts them.
Before too long you're walking down through the city to those carefully memorised directions until you reach the sign of the Evening Lark on a small, homely little house squashed between two much larger ones. They edge a spacious square with a modest willow tree planted in the centre and a lush patch of grass that merges into the tiled square about a foot from the tree trunk. There's something very peaceful about the area.
Not really the setting you pictured for Lucas' thiefly hidy-hole. "This can't be right." Diana mutters looking around. Good, you aren't the only one surprised. Morlia turns to you a smirk on her face.
"Well Fast, he's your thief so I think it's only right you ask after him." She gestures to the pale blue door of the Evening Lark Inn.
[ ] Knock and introduce yourself
[ ] Get Tenor/Bass/Baritone to do it
[ ] Try and peek in the small windows to check you're right
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