[b]Silence is Golden[/b]
Sanngridr grunted in response to the comments of the priestesses of the flower god and death god.
"I still do not see why we cannot just go straight into the mansion. Leaving a message for those who would oppose our... employers is likely the point of this. If they cannot dare face the condemnation from spilling blood, they should not ask for it," she said, an animalistic edge accentuating her accented Latin, thick with the harsh syllables of the tribes of the north.
Quoth gave a disapproving squeak and quickly replied to her owner's words.
"As much as we'd like it, Sanngridr, a job is a job, no matter how boring, and the requirements must be fufilled. What I suggest is that we state our entirely truthful business as emissaries of, say, Antony, and ask to stay a night in his manse. He's obligated to be a host, and it looks poorly on his character if he doesn't, not that it shall matter for long."