WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
Neron held Peter's gaze steadily, watching for any flinch or flicker, for any hint of swagger or ego. Under and overconfidence were killers in the trade he was suggesting, and no spy worth his salt would consider himself either. Nodding gently at the acceptance of the role, Neron relaxed back and gestured for Peter to take a seat, if he wished.
"I have a network of people in the Citadel already," he said. "Those who collect information in passing, who accompany me when I leave, who blend into the crowd and are there should I need them." He tilted his head at Peter. "I would have you coordinate them, collate their information and deliver it to me in a more cohesive way. And, of course, should there be anything I need - someone watched, someone followed, something discovered - you will be the first point of contact."
"I have a network of people in the Citadel already," he said. "Those who collect information in passing, who accompany me when I leave, who blend into the crowd and are there should I need them." He tilted his head at Peter. "I would have you coordinate them, collate their information and deliver it to me in a more cohesive way. And, of course, should there be anything I need - someone watched, someone followed, something discovered - you will be the first point of contact."
