Either the girl really was the commander of the thieves, or she wasn\'t going to admit to it being otherwise. Estel wished that she could go back to her last job. flirting with smithies was far more fun than trying to deal with the subtle world of smuggling. Subtlety had never been one of her strong points in any case.
\'Fortunately, what he has are simply spices from the Indies you see, and will be perfectly legal once I have put them into boxes such as would appear to have been bought through regular means. Unfortunately, I got them at something of a discount by not going through the proper authorites, and therefore, while he has them, I am at something of a disadvantage.\'
Estel took a single silver piece, and held it under a slip of paper with some writing on it as she passed the two to her drinking companion. \'This is the name my contact gave me, and the list of what was ordered. I do not suppose that it is his real name (after all, I did not give him mine) but he may have used it elsewhere. I also put a brief description of what he looked like on that page.\'
\'That,\' she continued, indicating the silver piece, \'is what I can give you now, and once the spices are found, you can buy up to half of them at the price I paid to the smuggler. It is substantially less than the market price, and should be profitable. Once the spices have been removed from the smuggler, he will no longer have any proof against me, and what happens to him after is not my concern.