Galt sobered up, recognizing the man from a guild meeting four years previously. Even back then, his reputation had preceded him. 

Both thieves leaned on the table, intent to listen to the veteran. 

"This job has a time limit." He said crypticly. "A one day time limit. You see, one of our camels got sent to gaol, or taken to where he thought was gaol before he was dumped right here. He was taken care of, but before that he told us about why he was arrested." Shipwreck said, shrugging like it mattered little. Galt hid a grimace. Camels in Nox-Khalas were what they called 'mules' in the northern cities. People who found small time employment at thieves guilds and were essentially contractor couriers; usually lowlifes or men in debt. The open secret was that while a camel or mule believed otherwise, everyone knew they were never meant to make it into the guild, and that they would all eventually be killed for knowing even the slightest information on where the guild liked some of its goods dropped of, or knowing certain clients. In the last twenty years, Galt only knew of three camels out of tens of thousands that were deemed worthy of being allowed into an organization. The rest became corpses, just like his father. 

"Seems he apparently stumbled on something the Count Dimascu out of Movgod didn't want known. Poor fool didn't even find out what it was, but just being close enough to the clerk's office was enough, so we did a little digging and found out about some papers that had been delivered just the other day, lord's eyes only. Papers you're going to get for us." Joe concluded. 

With a wave of his hand, the witchsand shifted in its entirety, erecting itself into the layout of a large fortified manor. Galt didn't know if he recognized the place, but no doubt it would be easy to find if he was right on his guess of location. He was intensely jealous around guilders that could perform magic. He could make a loaded wand work sure enough, but even the lightest dwemor was a bit too much for him, no matter how much he liked trying. He believed he made a pen float once, if that counted. 

"A snatch and grab in the Old City?" Galt asked professionally. 

"That's right boy," Joe smiled. "You've been here longer than most at your rank, so I know you know where to look. And that might make you think you're better than this one-" He said, indicating Kashvi. "-But you're not. You were born here, boy. But she was chosen, and that's no small thing. You've both been chosen for [i]this[/i] because you're good at what you do, and you haven't started a rivalry yet. Do us a favor and don't start any petty vendettas until you're off the assignment. So, any questions, ladies?"