Whatever was going on between the hushed whispers of the two men was beyond her - no doubt it was some serious revaluation of what was exactly was before them and the manner in which the deal was to be done. But Fallon was not about to press for answers, she was certain such a thing would be revealed soon enough. The other gave a shuffle forward after that, the conversation quickly turning finally to one of business. Lips were licked, lids pinching together as she worked through what was suggested thus far. It took a few moments of careful rocking upon her heels, thinking and flickering whilst Zandelia begun her own slow dissection of what was said.
Fallon gave a nod in agreement to the words of the woman, "It does raise that question indeed. It is something I would like to know also. Is it the name value, worth more than that of a simple mercenary and cloaked within... you said a formidableness organisation... or is there something else?" She pinched her brow, thinking deeply on the situation. It did not seem to make much sense. She gave a pull upon her projected hand and begun to withdraw it, seeping it back as she thought upon the astral weave and the returning of it to the flesh. A slow process, there was no need to rush and she still had her right arm available should the need arise.
"Weakness is always an issue with smaller gangs," there was a matter of fact tone, "Small gangs will squabble and exchange fists, the Scars have done themselves in the past, so no doubt the same will happen to the Crows too. And when it does happen... well you'll either survive the storm or die a bloody death." There was a slight wince as she felt the nerves flare into life, teeth clenching slightly, "By having another backing... security. I understand now." There was only a nod as she confirmed her thought process, and inclined her head as their shared tongue was spoken once more.
There was a long pause as she considered what was said, a chew as she focused upon them and broke them down. Nader was of course the all familiar one that both knew well, and Pond was a word she had used before. Eyes followed the nod to both of the men, noticing it was the answering to her earlier question. Dealings were quickly be wrapped up in her mind, still working through the words as she translated. Bring the thoughts to match their own, and then progress onwards with a deal - it made sense to do so. But to achieve that they had to know the same amount as the others in order to construct as big of picture as possible.
"Daraq Djas Pont," she gave a nod and let her eyes slide to the woman. She seemed to be holding her own thus far in the terms of creating a contract, the right questions gradually being worked and teased out. Vitalities that she herself would have questioned herself if they were not brought up. It was only when Zandelia had finished speaking that Fallon answered, "Agreed. The more that is known the easier it is for us. We need information in which to work to our finest. That is the case for any mercenary job."
"Location aside, we need to know the strength of the Crows in terms of numbers. How many of there are you? You speak as if there is more than just the two of you, so a figure would be useful," Her brow furrowed, "Another important consideration is who are you aware of that currently has a serious interest in the Crows? Who are the threat to you? Who do we need to plant the strongest signs beneath to serve as a deterrent?" Eyes narrowed and sharpened, the reigning back of a yawn, "As for terms... well it largely depends on how long you wish for us to continue on with such a guise. Ten days, twenty days, thirty? A entire season? A year? Do understand that the value would of course up in increments for the longer the time you wish for such a statement would be made. And would it be a one off payment, or would it be staggered out?" She rubbed upon her chin then, attempting to think more along the lines of simple bargaining with them, "You offer thirty gold, for how long do you look for this to go on and last for?"
Fallon gave a nod in agreement to the words of the woman, "It does raise that question indeed. It is something I would like to know also. Is it the name value, worth more than that of a simple mercenary and cloaked within... you said a formidableness organisation... or is there something else?" She pinched her brow, thinking deeply on the situation. It did not seem to make much sense. She gave a pull upon her projected hand and begun to withdraw it, seeping it back as she thought upon the astral weave and the returning of it to the flesh. A slow process, there was no need to rush and she still had her right arm available should the need arise.
"Weakness is always an issue with smaller gangs," there was a matter of fact tone, "Small gangs will squabble and exchange fists, the Scars have done themselves in the past, so no doubt the same will happen to the Crows too. And when it does happen... well you'll either survive the storm or die a bloody death." There was a slight wince as she felt the nerves flare into life, teeth clenching slightly, "By having another backing... security. I understand now." There was only a nod as she confirmed her thought process, and inclined her head as their shared tongue was spoken once more.
There was a long pause as she considered what was said, a chew as she focused upon them and broke them down. Nader was of course the all familiar one that both knew well, and Pond was a word she had used before. Eyes followed the nod to both of the men, noticing it was the answering to her earlier question. Dealings were quickly be wrapped up in her mind, still working through the words as she translated. Bring the thoughts to match their own, and then progress onwards with a deal - it made sense to do so. But to achieve that they had to know the same amount as the others in order to construct as big of picture as possible.
"Daraq Djas Pont," she gave a nod and let her eyes slide to the woman. She seemed to be holding her own thus far in the terms of creating a contract, the right questions gradually being worked and teased out. Vitalities that she herself would have questioned herself if they were not brought up. It was only when Zandelia had finished speaking that Fallon answered, "Agreed. The more that is known the easier it is for us. We need information in which to work to our finest. That is the case for any mercenary job."
"Location aside, we need to know the strength of the Crows in terms of numbers. How many of there are you? You speak as if there is more than just the two of you, so a figure would be useful," Her brow furrowed, "Another important consideration is who are you aware of that currently has a serious interest in the Crows? Who are the threat to you? Who do we need to plant the strongest signs beneath to serve as a deterrent?" Eyes narrowed and sharpened, the reigning back of a yawn, "As for terms... well it largely depends on how long you wish for us to continue on with such a guise. Ten days, twenty days, thirty? A entire season? A year? Do understand that the value would of course up in increments for the longer the time you wish for such a statement would be made. And would it be a one off payment, or would it be staggered out?" She rubbed upon her chin then, attempting to think more along the lines of simple bargaining with them, "You offer thirty gold, for how long do you look for this to go on and last for?"
