"I would say the same for you." The Guildmaster chuckled beneath his breath. "There are more of us than yourself, but I am inclined to get you out of my sight." His smirk dissipated. "In your sugared-to-hell words, I can bluntly see that you either a) actually plan to do what you say or b) betray our location to Bardy's men, so you can earn some brownie points with the king and get your filthy hands on some gold." He glared at the girl from beneath his hood, stroking his fierce white beard. "The Arcarti Scouts are useful, but they are not to be trusted." He abruptly snatched a crossbow from a nearby cloak and shoved the business end up her chin. "I am sorry to say I have to kill you. Any last words?"