As she approached, the energy that naturally emanated from her presence grew in sweet intensity, a thick mire with hands emerging from it, one motioning for him to experience everything she could give while the other twirled a dagger soaked in blood. The vision came and went nearly instantly, but it was staggering enough that the man was left speechless for a few moments, the whites of his eyes briefly making an appearance before his steely hazel irises returned, finding her across from him just as she broke the colloquial ice with a leading question. Fair enough; he had been the one to get her attention. 
"In a way." The same half-smile formed on his face, motioning for her to sit across.
"I wasn't wont to try and cross the tavern only to find that you weren't interested in a conversation, however brief or long it might have been." A flash of a chill crept up his spine. His patron wasn't particularly happy he was talking with the presumed Drow; interesting. An observation to file away.
"I suppose your decision on sitting is dependent on clarifying my purpose. A fair exchange." The man nodded in greeting.
"Cailyn Drae at your service. Baldur's Gate isn't home for me, but I frequent it enough to where I'm comfortable treating it like home, which including doing some housekeeping after unwelcome guests make a gigantic mess." He pointed at the floor with his index finger, a slight ripple of magic inadvertently flickering from the fingertip. 
"If you haven't heard, Baldur's Gate was nearly turned into the Illithid capital of the coast and probably the entire multiverse as we know it just a few months ago, yet there are some in the city who think it wise to not only think the creatures were our 'only' chance at grasping true power for all, but now worship them." A derisive guffaw.
"Quite remarkable, really." Cailyn leaned to his right, rifling through a canvas satchel and placing a copy of the missive issued by Duke Ravengard about the cultists. 
"Five thousand gold pieces for the removal of Illithid cultists as soon as able. Sealed by the Duke himself." He gave the Drow a once-over now that she was closer, noting the sheen of her daggers and the lithe form that her apparel highlighted in certain areas; this one seemed primed and ready to be a viable companion in his endeavor. The question that rattled around his brain was whether or not she would be receptive to such an offer, especially with the guise of a bumbling wizard potentially being shattered upon using the powers he drew from his patron. He doubted seriously that the woman cared deeply about his patron's aims and motives, but then again, he had been surprised by some of his former companions and their own desires that ultimately clashed with his own. A frown creased his features, shaking some of the unpleasantries of his most recent escapade from his cognition, choosing to focus instead on his gambit. With the emanations she currently was...well, emanating, she would be a great choice for a dangerous romp through the Undercity, but nothing would prevent her from stabbing him in the back and making off with the gold for herself. It would behoove him to incentivize her with something potentially more alluring. Maybe...
"I'm not as interested in the gold. I'm looking for something...specific to add to my list of trinkets and baubles as any wizard is prone to do and that something specific happens to be lodged in a very dark, dank, dangerous part of the Undercity. You, my friend, look able to slice through danger quite well..."