Tarila stifled laughter, but Nom threw her the glance that silenced her entirely. Then, he turned his eyes back to Flax. "There is one thing we do that occasionally puts us against our clients, much to their unpleasant surprise. We'll take a job, but we like to research the mark before the actual assassination takes place. On occasion, as we did with Greer, Tarila will 'mess up' and get captured. Through that, we learn who we're really dealing with and if they really deserve death."
A small smile found its way to his face. "You do not." He eyed the rest of the Council. "So we turned on the man that hired us, captured him, and gave him to Greer. For money, but had you been unwilling to give us any, we would have simply returned what we'd been given and moved on."