Blackfeather Woods waiting on the edge of night

She shrugged slightly, eyes flickering with both curiosity and slight glee. It is not my doing, but at least it gets the point across. She admitted, no hint of a smile playing on her tightly pulled lips. Her ears perked interestedly. Services? Killing she could do - fight she could do and even ripping limbs or tongues she was rather skilled at. I seek very specific payment - nothing physical. Simply an ally for my future, one I can turn to for when times get rough. She informed. What will you have me do then?