[ Emet-Selch is in full theatre mode - an act familiar to G'raha from the Exarch's memories. The elder mage scoffs at the question and rests a hand on his breast. ]

My companion here may not look it but he is a very capable bounty hunter. And if coin is not enough then mayhap we can negotiate a trade for something equally valuable.

[ He leans forward a little, lowering his voice conspiratorially. ]

I heard there was a breed of creature, this past moon, which managed to slip some hands thanks to a very diligent fellow. [ I.e. Himself. He's sure the poachers have spread the word by now. ] I know how to find them again. If your wares manage to impress my friend enough...

[ He trails off, leaving it to their imagination yet promising nothing. ]