The merchant grumbled, clearly displeased with the statement. His brow furrowed and he leaned forward over the table, his soft sleeves draped over the edge as his arms crossed on its surface. "You signed up for this job knowing that being caught meant that you would get no support from me," he whispered in hushed tones, yet despite the lack of volume there was tension creeping into his voice. "Nothing has changed since that understanding had passed, and as such there is no need for me to pay you any more than what we have already agreed upon.
Opposite him, the hooded man leaned forward as well and raised his voice slightly, unaware that Kelmar was listening to every word just a table behind him. "You said that I would be investigating a warehouse, a troupe of independently hired guards, and digging into some information regarding your rivals. Nothing about that agreement included the act of breaking into some noble's house and forcing open his private business while it is under watch. I'm sticking my neck out a lot farther with this than our original agreement called for, and as such I believe I'm entitled to a greater compensation to balance out the risks."
This was all just noise to Kelmar, who already had the basics of what he needed to know. His employer was going to be the victim of a robbery soon, a highly illegal action in this city like any other with a unified center of authority. That robbery had been collaborated and masterminded by the rival merchant, which if Kelmar could testify to - or rather find someone else willing to testify the facts - would be more than enough for his employer to latch onto and put his competitor out of business. All that needed to be done was to capture the rival agent and get him to confess to the collaboration, then either get him to confess to planning the crime or catch him in the act. The latter would be more ideal as it would provide more legitimizing proof of the crime, with several witnesses and then complete authority over him until brought to court. All that he needed was a time frame, after these two nannies stopped arguing.
"When I made my offer, and don't forget I paid you a third in advance, it was with the comprehension that I would be paying for all your clandestine services, not just the ones you found easy or convenient," the merchant countered, his own voice rising but still low enough to not attract too much attention. At this point they were nearly in each other's faces, both of them leaning forward over the table. "I've already wasted enough on getting this far, I won't be cheated out of even more mizas just because you suddenly get scared."
"It doesn't change the fact that you need me to do it. If you don't like the price, I can always just cut off our deal here and find someone else." That was the stickler for the merchant, the fact that he still needed the cloaked man opposite him to actually do it. However, Kelmar was not worried that the opportunity would slip by. These two had come too far to just call it off, and the merchant had gained so little so far to just walk. He was powerless to refuse, and with an upset grumble he nodded reluctantly, none too happy with the course of events. "Good. I'll make an attempt soon, so expect the list in about a day or two..."
That was all Kelmar needed to hear. A pause after that was said, he stood up and began making his way through the cafe, making sure that his chair slid quietly across the floor and his footsteps made little sound so as to not draw too much attention to himself. Neither of his targets behind suspecting him of eavesdropping, the agent too wrapped up in his plotting to pay attention to his periphery and the merchant only casting a quick glance in Kelmar's direction, assuming he hadn't been listening in. As soon as the operative's employer knew of this planned robbery, he'd be able to easily take care of the rival merchant without much more assistance. This little foray had uncovered a good deal of information, and was more than enough to make the expensive seating worthwhile. Unwittingly passing by both the woman he'd been sitting with and the man with his little book, the operative walked well out of the cafe and immediately asked for a Ravosala towards his employer's abode.