Ijin quietly hung a short way back from the rest of the group that had come aboard the Wages of Sin. Officially, he was doing so to watch the group's back in case the Pasha tried anything, as Jor'eth believed they would when he noticed that the bodyguards were carrying holy symbols, preventing the Di'mun from personally taking part in the hand over. Unofficially, Ijin was keeping his distance because his every instinct screamed out against getting too close to the action unless he had no other choice. In fact, the sniper's every instinct was screaming out against a lot of things about this situation. There was not likely to be much to do here that was related to sniping. It was only the potential that an opportunity for sniping would come up and the fact that he would receive money that could be spent on upgrading Finbl that kept things ambiguous enough for Shogbimbhald to reserve His judgment for the time being. Even so, Ijin was still walking on a tightrope. One wrong move and he would experience firsthand the terrible penalty that was leveled against any Gweldite who deviated from their purpose.

Needless to say, Ijin was feeling incredibly uneasy.