"Ereshkigal, correct? I have a proposition for you."
'That is correct,' she said mildly, looking at the other woman with interest. 'Do explain this proposition, miss…?'
There was something to the offer that smelled like intrigue. Ereshkigal was a court creature at heart: menial labour she refused, but anything that required connivance piqued her interest. ‘You flatter me, dear one. Let us say I accept your proposition, who would be these undesirables of yours?
Her heart quickened at the thought of her plans coming to fruition. "Cathars, and - lets say - beggars? A variety to satisfy your palette."













