The elven lady, Vinevive only smirked as Akari continued on with her little rant. Her hands rested at her hips, as she waited for Akari to finish before speaking.
"Well," She began.
"You are wanted because our master, The Crow, has recognized your talents. Everyone around here has one. Everyone that is one of The Flock, anyways. Any shop keepers, secretaries, stall vendors you may have encountered along the way are part of The Flock. We are marked with tattoos, increasing in quantity the higher rank you become. I, for example, am a third ranking member of The Flock, where there are five possible rankings."
She allowed Akari to chew on that for a few moments before continuing on.
"What we do is a rather broad category, but mostly, we deal in trade. We have your typical run of the mill black market trades, and we host trades to sell powerful and rare artifacts. Aside from the more tangible trades, we deal in muscle, flesh, and perhaps most importantly of all, information. In summary, The Crow sells power, and luxury, in all of its many forms. We operate in many locations, this being one of several. Are you starting to understand now, Miss Akari?"