Blaise waved his hand at Etienne, "No, my friend, if we are to put our lives on the line, then it doesn't seem right that we would not get to hear the news." He turned his attention back towards the captivating woman, "Whatever information you require, Sophie, we can work to obtain it for you. We do not need to complicate matters with a nun and the officer idea could be useful for a backup. A holy woman would not go into a prison to administer last rites. After all, only a priest can perform the sacraments. The jail should be expecting a priest to make the rounds tonight for final confession and last rites. There won't be any reason to suspect us."
"Sophie, if all you require is this information, Etienne and I can go and get it for you.
We have our own questions to ask after all. However, surely you would agree that adding your concerns to ours complicates our task and adds risk to our endeavor. It seems only right that if we are to take on that risk for you that there should be some compensation for our efforts on your behalf. If you desire more than just the information and want to see these men free, then the risk only grows and the need for compensation with it. Of course, we also understand that you may not wish us to share the information you seek. Luckily, my friend and I are able to easily forget things with the proper arrangements."
"Sorry for the bad idea. For the jail traditions, I really have no clue. Last time a parson tried to lure me to his church, I preferred to flee to the nearest Huron village..."
Etienne rather prefer echange of service to mere money. He's not a typical Mercanti. He then remembers the post at the Seahorse....
"Do you know a sailor called Arnaud ? Maybe we can speak to the Spaniards on your behalf if you help us recruit him to join our crew ?"
"Arnaud...Arnaud...is he a buccaneer perhaps? I admit to having little dealing with men of that sort."
Arching her brow as she watches Blaise and Etienne double check the frocks are their sizes, Sophie seems tempted by the offer to let them assume all the risk. Or perhaps she is bemused by the two strapping men figuring out how to open a priest's collar and whether to lower the frock on from above or try to step into it. "You're right, two brothers in the faith would arouse far less suspicion. And though we share France as our lieu de naissance (nativity place), what would my superiors think of entrusting state secrets to two...entrepreneurs? No, I shall have to accompany you and speak to these men myself...unless..."
For a moment she seems about to dismiss the idea, but then a savvy smile falls over her features. "Unless you were to get the information I seek in writing? I could draft a letter, seal it in wax, for the most senior of these navy men. I believe his name is Nicolás de Atrejo," she says, pronouncing the Spanish flawlessly. "You could deliver it to him, along with the implements that he might draft and seal a reply of his own. Surely that would indemnify you from being exposed to state secrets. And would, say, 75 louis d'or (gp) help to strengthen your resolve?" She inquires politely, pursing her lips flirtatiously at Blaise.[/section]