"That was an interesting exchange." a disembodied female voice said from out of nowhere before a hooded figure clad in black shimmered into existence hanging down from the ceiling. Maho dropped down in a neat flip, landing on the floor without making it as much as creak. The grin on her face was apparent even though a scarf obstructed the lower half of it. She just managed to not be seen by a goon of the magic friggin council. True, they employed lackeys of various levels and he probably wasn't looking, but a message like that usually wasn't carried by complete losers. The Master probably knew, but if so, paid it no mind. Perhaps she wanted her to overhear?

"I wouldn't mind tagging along. Following and listening is what I do best. How much are they paying?" she asked cheekily. If the council was in a pinch, they should milk some dosh out of it. Maho wasn't too familiar with this Baron thing, but she figured if the council didn't help, they would have looked bad as well. If her life experience told her anything, it was that no one did anything out of the goodness of their hearts, least of all people in power.