[Salone]

"I accept different payments."

Lev left it at that, oblivious to what she had been trying to do. He turned more, surveying the motley group that had gathered in the twist of events that had shoved them together once again. He took in the news of the Saint dying with a small twinge at the back of his head, wishing if he could remember if the one that had died was the same one he had assaulted. Turning back to Rue, he spoke in a lower voice as to try to not be overheard.

"I think it is fair to know what you plan. I wish know what I bury myself in. And I require more munitions. For effectiveness. But whatever you plan, you right in moving soon. The city grows in danger greatly."