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Aiwë's friendly smile at the guard turns grim as the turns to the two prisoners.
"You're late. The Network moved on without you. Now, have you actually done any work? You know we won't pay if you have nothing to show."Xzar and Montaron cease their antics and turn to give each other a glance. The necromancer's eyes narrow, and the halfling opens his mouth to say something rude, when Sheemish steps in.
The half-dwarf artificer knows how to loom when he wants to, and as a member of the respected Blacksmith Guild he certainly has some credibility to claim similar membership of the Black Network (also known as the Zhentarim).
Montaron, never one to be impressed by anyone, sends a wad of yellow spittle onto the floor at Aiwe's and Sheemish's feet.
"If ye're fellow Zhents, why'd ye not say so back when first we met?"
But Xzar waves a hand at the halfling to shush him. His eyes almost seem to shine in the cell's dim light... It's uncanny, seeing as how he's obviously human and therefore without darkvision. Right?
"We obviously can't share all of our lengthy accomplishments in the region. Not as part of the Black Network. Not here in this... public location."
