...Mungo thought on the last time he had been summoned like this, it had been on account of the Patron; that had been a nice bit of work, maybe this would be the same.

Footsteps in the hall warned him of Morga's arrival, he looking up as she swept into the room, eyes glinting, colour high. Badvoc knew her temper better than anyone, he'd been on the receiving end many times; mostly her nerves, and it was especially bad when the Patron was involved.

He carefully went to the sideboard, keeping one eye out for flying objects, and poured them both a cup of wine.

"What is that needs doing, Morga?" he asked her, wondering what was in it for him, and what risk he was going to have to take; would it be worth it? Morga was connected in strange ways to important, powerful people, it wouldn't do to offend her too much.

Morga tells him about the Centurion and his slave woman Delilah, and what she wants. Mungo thinks on it, this was going to be a satisfying job; in other circumstances he'd probably pay Morga just for the opportunity.

Morga agreed to her role in the scenario. Plan set, Mungo turned and left to set his part in place.