Hands in the folds of his trousers, treating them as glorified pockets, he halted when she spun and gracefully plopped on the crates. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what this could be for. He was very wary, truth be told. But at least she seemed casual, despite her imperious nature. Her gaze held his mesmerizingly once he deigned to look in her eyes, but he tried to play it off as nothing. As she spoke however, she became less appealing. 

Something about her seemed sorcerous, and her tale didn't halt the notion. But it had been a very dry summer for him, and he did need some way to get money. "You've got my attention, but I'll need some assurance before I start leaping through hoops." He remarked, running a hand through his thick head of dark hair. "I've been hired by people before who thought it was funny to leave me in a hopeless situation. They didn't find the humor in it when I found them again." 

Still, he knew she had him. For all of his blunder, he hadn't spoken to an attractive girl in awhile and he was curious on what she was talking about. He raised his head a bit, a challenging look on his face. "My name's Harun. No last name, as far as I know." He shrugged, and turned back to see if anyone was listening in. The Prince nor the elephant were anywhere to be found, and no guards had shown up yet. 

"So, what's this you need me to do?" He asked.