Richard:
[The command for activating his magic mirror is clipped off, as Basil begins recording]. Flogistan?
Flogistan:
[goblin-y sounding voice, non-human] Lord Dargent.
[Sound of a match being struck with a burning hiss] What brings such a distinguished gentleman as yourself to us for our services? Word was you always went directly to the
Company for these ... matters.
Richard: This one is a personal matter. We deemed it easier for all concerned if the Company does not get involved.
Flogistan: Ah, so it's discretion, is it?
Richard: There will be a discretionary expense involved, yes.
Flogistan: What level of discretion is this, Lord Dargent? Discretion from the Company is one thing. Is this a matter not for the
Ears... of the
Amira?
Dargent: It is a matter not for the ears of anyone outside this room, Flogistan. you shall find our silver an adequate reflection of such a task. And should you or any of you break the terms of this agreement, you shall find our blades an equally adequate reflection. Have I made myself clear?
Flogistan: Of course we know the Dargent silver is always up to the task. Just need to clarify what I'm telling me boys, is all.
Mr Barreck:
[raspy] I've worked with the
Order of Sirocco before. I trust their discretion, but what about the
dog?
Fourth voice:
[very low growl]
Richard:
Scarhide is not of your concern. Rest assured he knew
Sky-Eyes and he knew
Roughpelt. He knows what the
Dargent Family expects.
Flogistan: Glad to hear that's been cleared up then. All that is left is for you to provide a location and a date.
Richard: Locations. Plural.
Flogistan: Ah, yes. For the
Privateers of Mister Barreck, locations. Plural.
Richard: Mister Barreck, firstly, Upper East Side. The Catacomb beneath the sewers. It's a garden of remembrance set up three months back. Mr Scar-"
[Recording cuts off]
