Estef
Estef moves her head in a negative. She might know Mythyl by name and reputation but the name of Berenthor was alien to her. And she had learned a couple of things from Shiny, always be careful.
-Sorry brother, I ain't accepting those terms. Negotiation is a dance of two, you know? I'll tell you two things. First, I ain't doing wet works, no chance. Second, I ain't doing anything against the will of Mystra. If the lady of mysteries blesses you and your master I'll hear you and then accept, but don't worry I can keep a secret.
She moves, moving her weight from one feet to the other, as being slightly nervous.
-So what is it brother? Might you make your offer anew?