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He closed his eyes a moment and took a long, soothing breath. "Well, allow me to lay everything out on the table for you. Normally, to pay money for trash would be a rather amusing thought at best. But, let's think about it as a matter of convenience. For that reason alone, I am allowing myself to entertain the thought of paying for trash to be brought to my doorstep." He brushes a few silken stands of hair from his deep red eye, looking at the woman before him from over the top of his glasses. "But trash, at best, is cheap. Based on the market for such a thing, I would be considered paying the highest bid price. You will get 15 platinum per vermin I get on delivery. For that price I could get will trained slaves of almost any race, so the price is more than fair in your favor."

He leans back a bit in his seat, and with one delicate finger, pushes his glasses up a bit. "But, on the matter of my other 'test material' request...you would earn a sample of the finished product I am producing." His eyes narrow, a more grim expression washes over his features. "Have you ever felt jealous of those that become the Gods chosen ones? Those that are picked to have powers beyond all imagination? Then there are those that have to work restlessly, day in and day out. Those that spill blood and tears for even a tenth of that kind of power. Then there are those that have no means of gaining even a small taste of that kind of power. I want to cure all that...I am conducting an experiment that gives even the powerless the power of a High Priestess under Llolth, or equivalent rank under another God. The effects are only temporary, but I have already made progress." He makes a long, aggravated sigh. "But, for the time being, there are side effects, and the amount of 'fault blessings' I can create are limited. That is where you come in. You give me what I need to make Fault Blessings with minimal to no side effects, and I will give you a finished sample." He holds up one finger and smiles. "Each sample gives you full control over god delivered magic and physical prowess for one hour" He moves up two more fingers, now showing her three of his digits. "In addition, each sample is three doses. With something like that in your pocket you won't have much to fear. For each servant of the Gods you give me, you will get one sample."

He lays his hand back on the arm of his seat and grins. "Well now...with all that out in the open...do we have a deal?"

She was reasonable, he was ready to respect that. Although, her lack of greed made her a little less useful than he hoped. "Alright then, the offer of fifteen platinum stands as is. As I said, that is a high price for what I'm getting. You will be paid on delivery, try to space out drop off times and keep your visits to my estate randomized to keep away unwanted attention. If you wish to take my offer, then payment will always be ready. I trust our transactions will be kept secret, the Lord of this city would be rather upset if he was wise to my efforts. I also doubt he would be too happy with you if he knew you were helping my research in any way, so it would do you just as much good as me to keep this quiet. But, I suppose it would be good of me to give you more incentive." He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a very small vile. "This is one dose of Llolth False Blessing...It does have side effects...the most tragic being death...the most common being a non-reversible addition of spider like eyes and legs all over the body...most unbecoming to view to say the least...use it how you wish."

Llmryn was the kind kind of drow that could talk a dwarf into sipping poison like it was sweet nectar. His tongue could weave words finer that any spider could weave it's silk. But, what use is this skill if you can't tell someone what they want to hear? He didn't just spout sweet words, he read others to know what they wanted, or needed to hear. That smile, was one he is used to seeing...even sick of seeing sometime...

"Ah yes, very well. No need to rouse suspicion, Goddess knows I have caused enough just being here." He looked at the male, with eyes that looked like they would eat him alive. "Well then, see me out..."

A soft sound bubbles up as the creature steps forwards, its unseen form trembling softly as it communicates with its master. Abruptly it lets out a soft hissing sigh, then steps aside.

"Lord Druug'iir says you have done well. He bids you to push for the guilds that want to form up and discourage those who want to just join houses. Perhaps you might form a guild of your own if you wish it.

The houses are strengthening themselves, it is common knowing what is about to come, but keep your eyes out for the strays and the interlopers, Undead especially.

In regards to Val'Rilyniryn and your deal, he has no problem with it, but the sample will be needed for study. Kindly lay it on the table before you leave. Your payment for services thus far can be found under a large rock just outside the gate to his estate. Its hidden within a broken mushroom cap.. he is doubtful anyone would look as its a stinkhorn and smells rather badly to you mortals, but you might want to check soon regardless"

A soft sound bubbles up once more as the creature steps forwards, taking the vial with its unseen hand. As contact with the vial is made, it vanishes from sight, but in its place another larger vial of some dark liquid rolls across the table towards them.

"Lord Druug'iir did not wish you to feel taken advantage of. That is a poison from the abyss. Its lethal on contact or ingestion. Magical defense has no effect on its potency either, however some creatures native to the abyss are immune to it so be warned. Use it however you like, in keeping with the terms of your pact.

Should you need contact with my Lord once more, just tap the scale and say his name. Someone will be sent to you immediately.

Dark Deeds drow.."

As abruptly as it had arrived, so it vanished. No sound, nor scent of it remained. The vial lay rocking gently on the table in its absence, drawing attention like a foul intruder.

Shortly after the shade had departed, Negai slipped into the tavern and took a seat. His eyes were sore, the connection was never meant to be used to often in such a short time but the guildmaster wanted information and Negai was the closest agent to the establishment. This was not a mission of stealth and so his cloak proudly displayed the mark of Xukuth D'Roesor. Ironclaw wanted the guild's power to be well known..if somewhat underplayed or exagerrated.

Witha characteristing grumble, the Deuregar pulled a pipe from his pocket and smoked quietly as he waited to be served.

The dwarf eyed the waitress and tossed a platinum coin onto the tray. "Roast Rothe, A pint of ale and if yeh can tell me who the owner is and how to contact 'em, yeh can keep the change lass."