Balthazar stared at Zatana impassively. Her request for information was a reasonable one-- in fact, he had been expecting at least one of them to ask questions. After all, only fools rush off not knowing the full picture. Still, while this [i]was[/i] a matter that was imperative to the battle's victory, he knew she would be capable of that much. Considering the assassin's set of skills, he had no doubt that even if he did not give any additional information, that she would be able to ferret out the informant with relative ease. In the end, he decided to take the middle ground.

"[color=#239C89]He is in the guise of a beggar. That is all I will say.[/color]" The man explains. There were scores of impoverished men and women in the city, but how many beggars would be waiting near the West Gate? "[color=#239C89]Of course, the City Guard is not aware of such an arrangement. You will have to find your own way in.[/color]" Perhaps they could convince the guards to let them through, or find an alternate way to enter the city. As he recalled, there was an old drainage pipe near the south side where people empty their chamberpots, sometimes used by smugglers and spies to enter the city. It was not the most glamourous of entrances, but it [i]was[/i] one of many.

He knew deep down that they will not fail him. This was not a particularly complex task, but it was not exactly a straightforward one, and it was extremely time-sensitive to boot. Still, they would not be a part of the Prince's retainers if they were not capable of this much. They would succeed and continue their service, or they would fail and the Prince would find better retainers.

In the end, the Empire will get its due. He will make sure of it.