[@Raineh Daze] [@Ithradine]

A chortle came from the man for whom fat was a gross understatement of a descriptor. 

[b]"Soriel, Soriel, Soriel. Everyone's talking about her these days, it'd seem. Makes sense, what with all of the Blight nonsense going on. Good for business in the short term. In the long term? Well, I don't much fancy dying should it reach here, regardless of what our illustrious Grovemasters say."[/b] The Gardner took a puff of his pipe, blowing smoke out in lazy rings.

[b]"I can provide many things, oh tall, dented, and dinged. Exact location would be a stretch, even for a king's ransom. That woman comes and goes like the wind, with only rumor left in her wake. But I could point you in the right direction. For a...more than reasonable sum, of course."[/b] His teeth flashed in a grin. Silver, every last one of them. 

[b]"Three hundred thousand gil. Convince me you're not out to kill her, and I might lower it."[/b] An absurd price. Not exactly spending change, even for high nobility. One could buy a small plot of land with that high of a sum.