"I'm a mercenary," Dinah returns smoothly, simply even as she wonders at his reply, his expression. "A Pawn of the Fellowship of the Hand, to be precise."
The Fellowship isn't here, she's sure of that, but there's reason enough for presenting its name and her status as an agent. Recognition and association rank among them. Whether the name is or isn't recognized will provide her with some information and associations made per her introduction may very well see potentially useful individuals to her doorstep sooner than later via word of mouth should any appear in this place. If she did, it's certainly possible, after all. Of course, she'd just as soon be back in Tamamura long before that.
"What I do depends on the contract that's drawn up between myself and a client," she continues, glancing briefly at the scene around them with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "It could be something as trivial as delivering a message to retrieval to mediation to a more violent or cunning conflict resolution to -- well, depending on what you're after, there's likely some Hand that'd reach to draw a contract up with you."
She crosses her legs at her ankle with that. To think she'd once idolized the organization... that's less here and more there, however. What's here is her and she has every intention of taking care of her and she is starting to feel a bit hungry. Don't mind that her gaze is shifting to a tray of what appears to be some kind of tiny sandwich down the way. It moves back to her present company easily enough.
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The Fellowship isn't here, she's sure of that, but there's reason enough for presenting its name and her status as an agent. Recognition and association rank among them. Whether the name is or isn't recognized will provide her with some information and associations made per her introduction may very well see potentially useful individuals to her doorstep sooner than later via word of mouth should any appear in this place. If she did, it's certainly possible, after all. Of course, she'd just as soon be back in Tamamura long before that.
"What I do depends on the contract that's drawn up between myself and a client," she continues, glancing briefly at the scene around them with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "It could be something as trivial as delivering a message to retrieval to mediation to a more violent or cunning conflict resolution to -- well, depending on what you're after, there's likely some Hand that'd reach to draw a contract up with you."
She crosses her legs at her ankle with that. To think she'd once idolized the organization... that's less here and more there, however. What's here is her and she has every intention of taking care of her and she is starting to feel a bit hungry. Don't mind that her gaze is shifting to a tray of what appears to be some kind of tiny sandwich down the way. It moves back to her present company easily enough.