"Oh, come on. I know what you`re doing. I can guess why. I might as well be involved already, frankly. I just need you to tell me when and how."
"Ask your spies, then. Or better yet, ask mine. They`re so badly paid they`ll tell you anything for a gold talent."
"A talent? My dear Lord Emmereth, they charged six dhol the last time I asked."
"For six dhol, I`m not sure you should trust a word they said. At that price, I`ve probably ordered them to tell you a pack of lies then throw the money to the nearest beggar."
"Ah, but they give me special rates. They all know me so well, after all."