In Shine - Gleithendale the Resonant
Gleithendale the Resonant nods briefly and smiles in recognition of Quarion's witicism, and says, "Five percent? I'd hardly bother to wipe my wrinkled old arse for you for five percent! I wouldn't, of course, ask for a full share, since you lot will be doing a significant amount of the heavy lifting, but i judge that you need my magic to get where you intend to go, or else you wouldn't be here now. Granted, you don't exactly have your hats in your hands, but that might be a better approach to take next time you go begging for spell-work. Anyway, tell you what, since I like you so much, and since: A) I never know when I might need a favor from House Phaedran, and B) You'll be doing all of the actual 'slaying' once I make it possible for you to do so, I'd be willing to do the casting for, say, eight-and-a-half percent. Oh, and don't think that you're the only ones at risk here -- Archangault the Elusive is no fool and he knows that there are only a handful of folk able to do such a feat and he, um, shall we say, knows where I live. Therefore, if you are less than entirely successful, I can expect to have to do quite a good bit of cleaning up behind you in order to be able to rest as easy at night as I have become so accustomed."