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“This isn’t going to work,” Hilde declared dejectedly, sinking gratefully into a seat as Isolde slide aside for her. The Guilded Flaggon wasn’t the diviest bar she had ever been in, but on those other occasions she has Captain Hollerman and his company with her.
 
“I’ve been invited on several burglaries, a couple of escort jobs and more solicitations than I care to count, but nothing that will help particularly,” she glumly summarized her search for work so far. She sipped the cloudy ale Isolde had somehow provided before taking a longer swallow.
 
“Maybe we should just march up to the palace, if you could make a display of magic to get their attention…” before Hilde finished speaking Isolde was already shaking her head vigorously.
 
“They tend to shoot first and ask questions later when you unexpectedly perform sorcery near the most important woman in the city.” It was a frustratingly good point.  Isolde dipped a finger into her own ale and sketched idly on the dirty tabletop.
 
“We could find an alchemist of some note, im sure any one of them would give his mothers tongue to see that powder. Maybe even arrange an introduction for us?”
 
Hilde considered it for a long moment.
 
“Maybe… but he would probably blab word of it all over town too. A number of horrible things have happened to me since this flask came into my life. It would be a shame to be knifed in an alley this close to delivering it.”
 
 
It wasn’t the worst idea though, if they could keep the man quiet. Cedric was muscling his way through the crowd, his grim face unreadable. Hilde hoped he had better options than they did.