I'd watch your tongue, speaking ill of royalty is an act of treason.
Gerald grinned and sipped his coffee. It was always good to make sure people remembered to hold their remarks while in public. He really didn't care for those fat, snobbish, royal arses prancing around commanding anything that was simply handed to them. But of course, he would never say that.
I dislike it for it is simply... drilling. It pops up as you say, half sanctioned by the Crown, and begin spy work. I've never heard a spy suddenly half working for a house without processing to see if they are loyal. My only thoughts are give them something easy to begin with, maybe make it larger than they think. Perhaps make it so we gain something from them anyways, make out net profit higher. I'm just throwing out stuff right now, my coffee has ran dry.
Snapping his fingers in the air, a waitress quickly came by with a gold plated pitcher, ornate engravings of a mighty battle and fleur de lis covering half of the container. Once poured, the waitress placed the pitcher on the table and left. He looked at the thing with disgust, but didn't go to move it.
