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Rosslyn narrowed her fiery red eyes, remaining silent once more.

"A show of it, alright, no problem. Any way I might identify these 'assistants'?" Arllien said. He then began thinking, as if calculating something in his head.

He shot a strange glance at Rosslyn, as she just kind of stared off into space, not answering his question, which she pushed him to ask. But it was hardly a matter of importance.

"Now, I believe it is time to talk about your end of the bargain. What do you intend to give me in return for my services?" He asked, figuring how much the minimum bargain should be with targets as numerous, various, and powerful as this. "My rates are negotiable, and, of course, I can accept non-monetary reparations, if they seem fair." He stated, he had quite the mind for this business, Jet was not going to simply make an unclear deal and cheat him out of anything.

"Well, the power and everything that you promise sounds quite enticing." Arllien responded, "However, that being only a potential product, one not yet obtained, I believe I would like for you to sign in some sort of other compensation in the event that this does not come true." He stated, sounding all business for this one.

Arllien then pulled out a sheet of parchment and a pen that he was carrying in one of his suit's many pockets and set it down on the table. Arllien began scribbling the many details that he had just worked out with Jet onto the paper, as well as some other legal work that was required on an assassin's contract.

Jet not being liable for what happens to the assassin on this mission, but in turn being liable for any collateral damage caused in the assassination. With Jet being a leader in high command, he was also sure to include a section stating that Arllien was pardoned for the murders he may need to commit during the assassination quest, as well as some other similar legal junk.

Arllien finished writing, with the exception of the price he would charge Jet, and set down the pen. He read over the contract himself to make sure he didn't miss anything, and it was binding and airtight.

"Well, my going rate is a thousand credits per target when dealing with targets as guarded, powerful, and valuable as this." Arllien said, thinking this over in his head, "But, if you have anything else to bargain with, I may be open to it. Also, all prices are negotiable." He stated, once again sounding as if he was just reading off some notice from memory. He looked at Jet to see his reaction to the prices, you can always tell from initial body language if the rates were affordable or not, to judge negotiations.

((I'm not sure what we use for currency in Saraga, so I just put 'credits' sorry.))

"Alright, well, with about...seven targets? That should work out." He wrote on the paper, putting down one thousand credits per target, as it would depend on how many were brought back as to how much he would be payed. Of course, Arllien is one of the elite of the Shadron assassins, so killing these targets would hardly be a real problem.

Arllien then put two lines with an X at the beginning of each one. He then slid the paper over to Jet, with the pen on top of it, indicating the top of the two lines, "Sign here." He said with his monotone returning. The full contract must be made official by the employer first, then the assassin would sign.

Arllien looked at the contract and signed where his name should go. Nodding as he looked back up at Jet.

"Its good to be back." He said, betraying his usual personality by extending his hand for a handshake over the contract with Jet. Arllien did like working for Jet, but he could really care less about being under his service, he had a new contract and promise of much, either money or power, perhaps respect, from the leader of Saraga.

"Fine." Arllien responded, it was uncommon for someone to sign a contract and ask the assassin to wait, but by no means unusual. Arllien then picked up the contract, took out a knife, and cut the parchment to remove all the unused paper, except for a small margin at the bottom that he would use later. He then folded the contract and put it away in a different pocket.

"So," He began again, "When Vragen goes to find this 'portal' of which you speak, shall I go with him, or simply remain here in preparation for the impeding future attack?" Arllien asked as he began to rummage through his pockets for other supplies he could use to prepare for the mission.

Jet chose to answer Vragen first.

"Take whatever you need. I trust you and have no reason to fear you doing something foolish."

Jet then spoke to Arllien once again.

"You will be going with us. We will be doing many things at one time. Creating a fallback base that has absolutely only one entrance and gaining more power than any single being or small group has ever had or hoped to have. We will be attacking the Greek Gods and Goddesses on Mt. Olympus. I will task you, Vragen, and Rosslyn if she is with is, with distracting the Gods and Goddesses while I go after and take down Zeus. Once I have his powers the other Gods and Goddesses will bow at my feet and some of them will lose their powers. Vragen, you, myself, and anyone who helps will gain much more than any who go against us. My scouts have located Lady Selene's tower and the resurrected army of Saraga is attacking as we speak."