"What's it worth?" Kashvi asked as she watched the witch sand. She lifted her hand and the view of the manor twisted and reformed at a greater remove. The Count was clearly no fool having kept some considerable areas clear between his manor and the teeming streets of the city. The spell wasn't a reproduction of reality per se, rather it was an abstraction of Shipwreck's understanding of it. That understanding was considerablely greater than Kashvi's own. There were several routes she could see that might allow access, with greater or lesser degrees of risk. Shipwreck snorted.

"That is the right question, this month and next months dues, plus a years access to the Kitchens." The Kitchens were not, as they might first sound, eateries or places of food preparation. Rather they were a series of alchemy labs, fabrication shops, forges and other manufactories that the guild maintained to equip its members. In theory any thief above a certain rank could rent access. Most new members tried it out once, only to learn that the cost usually prohibited what you could make back. A skilled artisan might use the tools to his or her advantage tough, even sell on what they made.

"Ok, body count?" she asked. Joe sucked in a breath, not in shock, but in consideration.

"Well we don't want a blood bath, but we don't want to avoid killing so bad we dont want the job done," the elder thief replied. Kashvi frowned at the equivocal answer. She had killed, more than once, but she wasn't a footpad or an assassin. 

"Well I don't have other questions, need to see the ground before I can make a proper ... before we can make a proper assessment though," she continued, casting an eye across at her new partner. Working with others mitigated some risks and multiplied others. Still this seemed like it was more than a one man job.