"Ten... twenty... thirty thousand. That do ya?" the hooded individual counted out the purple notes onto the table. The tavern in which they sat was pretty busy and no one was paying them any attention.

"And this is just for..." the other, who looked like they might be the owner checked a piece of paper "hire of the back room of our tavern for..." they checked again "3 months?" The hooded one nodded.

"Yes, and please note the Top Secret clause" The owner perked up.

"Oh you're with them! Why didn't you say so?!" A look of panic crossed the hooded one's face (well, you imagine there would have been if you could see their face).

"What? Who? No, I mean..." they gave up, sighed and just handed over the money.