"I come on behalf of the Lee family." You say, stepping into Thomas Shelby's office. He sat in his chair, his legs crossed, hands laced together across his lap, his cold eyes locked on you, and a cigarette balancing between his lips. "We have peace with the Lee's." He said gruffly, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag. "John married Esme did he not?" "Indeed he did." "So what business do you have here?" He didn't seemed interested, perhaps a bit annoyed or irked, but maybe that was just his cold demeanor that he always carried with him. "The family feels unfulfilled with our 'peace'. You let three of them die on your last...business venture." He met your gaze with his icy blue eyes as smoke swirled around him. You strangely interested him. A gypsy woman. Young, beautiful, smart...and held a strange aura around yourself. "Why did they send you? A woman." He wasn't mocking, simply...curious. "Perhaps they felt I'd appeal to your cold and brutish nature." He almost seemed amused but it faded from his face. "So what is it you want hm? Money? Horses? Land?" He rose from his chair and strode across the room where he poured two glasses of whiskey. "All of the above." Thomas puffed out some smoke and handed you the second glass of whiskey which you took. "We want more information on your needs for our men, and more compensation." "Well." He downed his whiskey. "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement. But one sided deals aren't exactly ones worth making."