[i]Hmf, such a vote of confidence this 'cleaner' is. How utterly sociable.[/i] Ilario sarcastically thought to himself, keeping his bearded chin raised as he looked over the team. Whatever assignment Hawk has planned, it obviously must involve his own intelligence and artifice, a lot of muscle, steel, quiet death... and a small girl. It was a puzzle that fascinated Ilario. Certainly such a wide set of skills had an equally wide range of applications. Ilario looked into his wine and swirled it around, [i]finally realising power and staging yourself a quiet coup, Hawk? If that's the case, I thought better of you.[/i]

The cleaner, whom had not shared his name, asked the girl, but probably the rest of them as well what their role was in this little party. "Indeed, if we are to be working together, we might know each other's capabilities." Ilario's accent flourished with at the end of each of his sentences, "As I eluded, I will be the scholar. If you need a lockpick that can humble any lock in moments, you come to me. If you have a design for a the strongest fortress and require it's weaknesses discerned, you come to me. If you require an explosive or a weapon to exploit such possible weaknesses, come to me. If you need a poison or a drug that will exploit other weaknesses, you come to me. Finally, if your bones are sticking out of your limbs because you failed in exploiting those weaknesses, pray your wounds do not fester, then you come to me. I will of course supply this group as such according to necessity."