[If he finds it amusing or not, Maker only knew. His expression is as still as ever, the only reaction a slight tilt of his head. Taas knew quite well what humans tended to think of his kind.

Whoever was dumb enough to kill their employers deserved an axe in their skull, though. That's not a good stereotype. He'd prefer the stupid brute one.]

How about you see what I can do before you decide to pay for my honesty as well as my blade. Then we all get a good deal with our prides intact.

[Then, almost as an afterthought since not everyone really gave a damn:]

I am Taashath. At your service.