“Right, as dick-quan-white-hair says,” Stare spoke with an unamused tone. “There is a major issue that affects both you and me.” She glanced sideways at Tarrimar. “And you I guess.”

The past pimp blinked before he bowed his head again. Still, he stood awkwardly beside the booth, a little uncertain as he looked between two people who could easily be his mistress.

“So what is it?” Philomel looked at the crow woman, one perfect brow rising.

The kenku's jaw tightened before she huffed and then straightened. She brought her hands up onto the table before her, narrowly avoiding the tankards that had appeared, from a place she did not particularly remember.

Likely Tarrimar.

“What I have to say will take a while,” she spoke slowly.

Philomel sucked in her breath and folded her arms over her chest. She nodded. “Go on.”

It took a moment for the kenku to consider how to say it best. She paused for a moment, beak parting as she blinked.

“Well,” she said hesitantly, and quietly “It comes down the fact that Sir Elssmith and I have discovered an enemy of his. A group called …” she paused before lowering her voice even more. “The Bounty Hunter's Guild.”

“And that is … a guild of bounty hunters, possibly?” Philomel raised an eyebrow, but she did not express more. Certainly in her time she had come across dark guilds. The Crimson Hand for instance had gone from sorrow to sorrow in its time, and bad things were often said about the Alchemists guild in Radasanth.

Across from her Stare glared back, unamused at the sarcasm. “No it's a guild for jesters. Of course for bounty hunters,” she rolled her eyes. “Anyway, they are not all what they seem. They have hideouts we have found in almost every country and ask no questions to what bounty they are receiving and for whom they are capturing the individuals. We came across them two months ago now, when I myself was captured by them, and … well the usual. Tortured, raped,” she waved a hand as if they was perfectly normal words, without consequences. “But I escaped thanks to a friend. On the way out we discovered that the guild was having dealings with a demonic church.”

Still the faun lounged, but her brows did shoot up. “Demonic?” she asked, surprised. She had had had dealings with them too, but not so many. Generally they were considered bad things. “I see …”

The kenku nodded once, powerfully. “I will not name names, but the demon has been poisoned by another power, one we know simply as the ‘influencer’. He is definitely not influencing for any positive measures. So, yes. We have a problem.”

Philomel paused, and then inclined her head. “Yes, I get that Crow, but … well. What has that to do with me?!”