While Stone spoke, Wil took stock of her. You wouldn't call him a smart man, but he had his uses. His gains could be owned by his eye for designing crews. The girl didn't look like she made her real coin through lying by trade. So she had to make it by talent. Not too big so she had to be fast.
If the city had better traps than ancient ruins - they didn't - he'd be more worried. Wil pulled a silver coin from behind his belt and flipped it towards her. "Gimme a week or less. I'll send word to the Guild when I'm ready. We go with others case one dagger ain't enough."