Iuna considered their words very purposefully.* “Yes, I am a woman of quite some means. And you are correct… I do have ‘people’… guards and such. But my business is my own, and this business doesn’t need to be privy to anyone else, is that clear? If I were to use ‘MY people’, as per your terms… well then that would mean individuals who I have an existing relationship of some kind would know about my needs and desires on the matter, and that won’t do. Do you know what will happen if you go and tell people what you have done for me? How you have managed to acquire this artifact, bested immense perils, all on the behalf of a wealthy and opulent member of the highest reaches of society? You will be laughed at, to your face. You could show them the fortune I will have paid you even. They will sooner assume you’d robbed a lending house or betting parlor, than had someone of my circumstance be engaged in business dealings with you. But we don’t have to worry about that do we? Because that’s another positive about this proposed scenario isn’t it? I am not just paying for you to risk life and limb… I am paying for your discretion. The additional insurance that even should you be successful, nobody would ever believe it, well that’s just bonus value to the package from my perspective. Look at it this way. You are right now having the most fortunate moment of your mediocre existence. Even if I were to kill you where you stood right now, it would still have been the most interesting thing that’s ever happened to you. So let’s no longer pretend that finding me in this state of immense need is not incredibly fortunate for you.”