"Some call them, 'Little Birds.' Most of them are normal kids but there's a few with unique talents like the girl who used a telekinetic version of Slight of Hand. One of the boys is one of those who can use telepathy and read surface thoughts. I've watched this group for the last few years. Trustworthy not really but they are good at what they do with the right kind of motivation." The sergeant said quietly.

"That's good to know," Irzen replied, "It's always good to know what we are going up against."

When the Human bartender strode up, Willow ordered two ales before he turned to The Sergeant, "What will you have, Talos, or does your being on duty prevent you from imbibing alcohol?"

"Ale," Talos said flatly. "Those who are on duty are allowed to have one hearty beverage to help ease with stress."

The bartender deposited three ales while Willow paid him in kind.

The Sergeant waited for Neven to rejoin the party, "Well, what sort of 'Up-to-no-good-job,' are you required to do in exchange for information, kid?"

"Not much," Neven quipped, "The good news is that I can have an audience with The Guild Master and all I have to do is pull off a heist. The bad news is that my heist has to be a small job worth about fifty gold no more no less from the merchant district. If I am successful, then I will turn my ill-gotten gains over to a fence named Calish who has a shop there. Another bit of bad news is that I only have twelve hours to do the job. Nothing I can't handle, with a little help from my friends."

Sergeant Talos rubbed his chin, "Well, there's a few places in the Merchant District that would be ideal places to scope out, lay low, and--," he coughed under his breath, "burgle what you need."

Willow and Irzen both raised their tankards to Neven while Serna just smiles at him.

Talos took his stein of ale and drank half of it. This was one of those assignments where he might need more than just one. He had a feeling there was more to the relic than the Bronze Man let on but the less he knew about the details of such holy items, the easier his job was.

"Does this mean that you are going to help us--heavens forbid--commit a crime?" Serna giggled under her breath yet loud enough for Talos to hear.

The sergeant nearly choked on his drink but managed to swallow the ale as it burned slowly down his throat. "ACK! Mind your tongue, girlie! Could you just...I don't maybe keep your mouth shut for once? Remember you're the one who got yourself into trouble in the first place. You want to help? Let the kid do his job!"