Wheezer straightens up a touch, before nodding to Unibrow, who moves around the counter - in a nonthreatening manner, mind you - to lock the front door, ensuring you've got privacy. "Aye, tha's somethin' on our menu. Need someone taken care of, roughed up a bit, taught a lesson...justice is hard to come by these days, upstanding types need ta find help where they can." Wheezer nods as he talks, looking pleased. "Fifty gold, up front, in payment. Then just tell us who, when and where and we'll...take care of business." The deception seems to hold, and the pair express no doubts in words, expression or body language, nor do they seem to have any qualms about what they're offering to do. Moral concerns seem far away from their mind.