Briar shook her head, and wished for her coyote nose instead of her human one. It would give her a great deal more insight on how decomposed this body was, or if it was rotten. Who knew how they died. Soon, after he left. No reason to do put in all the effort for something that was rotten after all.
"Hmm. I like shiny things, baubles, jewelry. That sort of thing. Something small. This will be a test run. Low cost low reward." Which was hands down the vaguest sort of agreement she had made. Thieves, businessmen and politicians all had that in common; they only made vague agreements when they wanted the wiggle room, when their end goals were still shifting or needed to be kept secret for now. She stood up and dusted her hands off and extended one to shake.