Haltor notices the dragonborn's distance, but does not comment. To the lady, he adds, If we are traveling, that will be arranged? And this payment if for us to split?
The dragonborn steps forward. "Mistress d'Cannith, I am inclined to accept your offer," he begins. "To help one of the great Houses would be a notable achievement, perhaps even a glorious one. However, I do have a concern."
Harressh crosses his arms. "I shall be blunt. What if the intruders are not from a rival House, but from your own? How would you have us deal with them? What would we answer, if they claimed that they had the right to be in the installation, and that we were the intruders?"
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Varak narrows his eyes at the woman for a moment. "Now, I expected fighting and stuff. I don't know a lot about Vol or Darguun, but I expect to know everything about a job when I take it. You have other suspicions, don't you? The half-orc lays his hands out on the table in front of him, cracking his weathered knuckles, waiting for an answer.
"In the Vistani, we tend to simply banish those who would be traitors to our kind and take away our distinct bloodline from them. This mark," Vistrathis says, pointing to the red eye on the palm of his right hand, "would turn black so that all would know his or her treachery."