GILLIAN & CIAN -- OUTSIDE THE CLINIC: 5:00PM.
"Something like that," she agreed. It was true that with more unrest, the more unease people felt around the city, what with undead, sea serpents and all manner of strange monsters assailing the city of late, business couldn't be better. But there were disadvantages as well. Gillian knew her company of mercenaries were struggling to keep up with that demand--and without hiring more able fighters, mages and others of competence, they were running the risk of being spread too thin. Perhaps, she wondered, that might've been part of the cause that lead her here that day. Gillian knew Eren's schedule, of course, and how hard he tended to push himself. She exhaled a cloud of smoke, covering a sigh.
She accepted the handshake, a gesture of courtesy from a business-woman. "You've got it, Wilde," she said. "I don't take all our work just from fat-pursed nobles, of course. Even these residents will pay a decent enough sum for a job well done." And besides, she had no reason to favor nobles. She herself was from modest means, a hard-working family that earned their name instead of being born into a notoriety undeserved.
For most mercenaries, a job was a job, and the Black Lions could afford to take work from every district.