Negotiations

Kithra was sitting down in front of the ever-smiling Harold, she looked and acted like she was calm but deep inside she was a mess. Not only did Harold know of her true identity but the butler behind him was not someone she could contend with. Oliver was the worse possible enemy for her, an assassin type like him that silently attacks with speed and precision is the enemy of all mages that needed time to formulate a spell. 

'Still, if they kill me here, then they would be assaulted by the whole might of New Grenton. Not to mention Valdel and Lara, even the Regalcrags can handle these two.' When she thought of that Kithra felt a little bit more confident again. 

"So what kind of deal, do you want to make?" Kithra spoke while trying to do some chantless delayed spells.