"Excellent. I made a loan to man some time ago, and he doesn't appear to have any attention of paying me back..." Tetreka thought about how to phrase things delicately, "While he certainly has the money, he most certainly would rather hire guards than return to me what is owed." The involved interest rate was quite honestly absurd, but that was the whole intent - he would either make an absurd amount of money on the return, or he could use the loan contract to sell the person into slavery - and while losing out the initial loan money would cut into his profits, his tendency to only give out loans to those with noticeable skills helped him keep his head above water.
"The man is himself Eypharian, but among those he hires are Benshira and Dhani. Another blade to discourage his helpers would be valuable." While the man had claimed his goal was to grow specialty hops and flowers for brewing and perfuming, his crops of choice had been opiates and poisons - there was a tidy bit of money to be made there, and more than a few dangerous individuals willing to stay close. The biggest problem was really getting to the man before the Jackals got wind of his business - slitting throats itself just sounded like a part of the job. "Does this work interest you?"