"I got us a little job." Quinten smirked as he lounged on the wooden chair.
They were in the little, windowless room that served as Cassandras' office. It contained only the two chairs they were each sitting in and a small desk covered in official documents, the Koranberg Chronicle, dated last week, and reports to the local garrison. Nailed to the door was the cross of Dol Arrah, and lighting everything was a dim everglow lantern.
Cassandra cocked her head. One side of her mouth twitched, in amusement or annoyance it was hard to tell."Oh really? Where from?"
"An old friend of the family."
"Your friend the gnome?" Cassandra nodded to herself and started rearranging her papers, the stone gears of her left arm grinding together softly.
Quintens' cocky smile faded a bit, and he leaned forward. "Look, we haven't had work in two months. I know you don't trust him, and I don't either, but this is no time to be picky. Besides, this job shouldn't be too hard, and it has excellent benefits."
Cassandra sat completely still for a few moments. It was one of those little habits she retained, from the old days, and it made most people nervous, but Quinten was used to his Captain's habits by now. Finally she locked her bright black eyes on his. "And exactly what does this job involve?"
