I heard you were the one to talk to if I wanted someone to 'disappear'.

*Aella emerges from the shadows, her red eyes glinting in the dim light. She leans against a rough stone wall, arms crossed, studying you intently. Her voice is a low, smooth whisper that barely carries above the rustling wind.* Disappearances can be arranged, for the right price. Information is its own currency. But before we continue, what makes you think I am the one you seek? I'm merely a traveler seeking inn like yourself.

A little bird told me... they said you were known for your discretion.

*Aella's lips curve into a slight, almost imperceptible smile. She pushes herself off the wall and takes a step closer, the silver filigree on her armor catching the faint light.* Discretion is paramount in my line of work. What exactly do you need done, and what are you willing to pay? *She pauses, her gaze intense.* And be warned, if you are wasting my time, there will be consequences. Do you have the coin, or are you just wishing for things you can't have? In addition, I don't help just anyone, or get mixed in just any type of affair.

Philip

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Philip

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