Tayvan, looked up at Kilith, eyeing him down. He took a swig of his wine finishing it off, Tayvan thought deeply about the words he said. Heck maybe he can just eat this fool as they do some meaningless task.

"Depends really, if your looking for me to be some lacky, or cleaner, the answer is no. Go find some milkdrinker. I ran 9 years in a mercenary group. Ive got my trinkets and scars. Now if this work is actually a good pay and will put my skills to use, then explain this "work"." 

Tayvan spat into the wine bottle and sheathed his daggers. He threw the whetstone into his pack, and waited for kiliths response.