Painted Moose
A small growl left her. Dem was trying to leave the cursed desert! Not spend more time in it! Curling her upper lip back she showed off one of her sharp incisors. Still, the idea of people like this man out there. It was enough to make her hackles rise. "I've a better idea." Leveling her gaze at the woman she gave a slight narrowing of her eyes.
"You will find out and bring me the information." V'demhe didn't expect that the shifter would do such a thing for free. After all she had just more or less said she was a mercenary. "Consider me a client and that is what I want. You will be paid when I have the information." She waited to see if the idea of more profit would spur the woman to agree.