Wes wasn't sorry to see the hunters go, and though he didn't take the threat of their return lightly, he did take it with good humour, saluting the man as he left without comment. Next time he may not be so lucky to get a bunch of incompetents, but they were lucky to have been interrupted before things could progress.

	As for what the stranger had come to tell him, well...the offer was almost instantly accepted in his mind, but Wes gave himself a moment to think it over lest he shake on it that very second. The Paragons...these were things he had heard in passing, and a divided issue of believers and naysayers. Given that his scope was more local, he had never thought about pursuing what could be a legend, and he didn't have any use for them, either. But if objects of such power were real, and really were in demand, well, that at last gave him real purpose to his methods and a real goal to attain. All the same, he did have his inhibitions; though he didn't have any lost love for the Arcanocracy - if there was anything worse than using Talent for bad, it was using it as a mule for an organisation that really did not have anyone but their owns best interests at heart - this guy's appearance and little tidbit of information about himself working for a variety of people also did not exactly sit well. If this was some sour job for another group who had equally nefarious plans, well, even having an inside job may not exactly outweigh the negatives of giving some crazies their juice.

	Nemo's final addendum made him laugh again, and he tossed the gun onto the bed and stretched his arms above his head luxuriously, leaning against the wall and crossing his legs in an open position. Well, [i]that[/i] left a lot of options on the table.

	"Understood? Crystal clear, boss, but I do have a couple questions," he said. "One, what do, ah, 'your people' want with these Paragons, and two, if I accept, can I rest assured I'll be..." he searched for the word and gave a small smile, "[i]appreciated[/i]?"