With a flash, he was there: a shimmer and a swish of black cloth, a knowing croon to his voice. "Here, as a matter of fact--and at your service." Crimson pinprick eyes regarded the pair briefly before the Collector's towering form swept into a brief bow, horns catching the light with rippling glints.
He straightened. "What can I do for you?" he asked, his voice a welcoming purr.
He regarded them in silence, for a long moment, looking between each of them. He didn't interrupt, but once they'd finished, that silence stretched--until at last, he cleared his throat gently.
"And... pardon me, but before we begin... may I ask whom I have the pleasure of addressing..?" There was the mildest reproach in his tone; surely introductions were in order?
Had anyone told him in advance that their names were in fact Researcher and Assistant, he would have been... bemused.
@Assistant
Designation..?
Crimson pinpricks narrowed faintly beneath the hood: a thoughtful expression, one of (perhaps?) realization. Were they older beings, then, to have designations instead of names-? But these were odd ones, and--no, he realized; no, these were far too young. Far too new, with their soft-furred bodies and alien appearances.
Perhaps granted designation by a new Master, then--a new purpose? It didn't matter; the Collector served his purpose, and he did so equally.
"Ahhh, my apologies," he crooned. "Of course, of course; I am 'the Collector,' after all. I should have realized. Hmm..." Clawed hand tipped up, one nail tapping at the other cloaked elbow. "I may well have something in mind. In particular, for transporting dangerous things. But you say your payment would be knowledge-? There is little that I do not already know; what sort of information do you carry? -Do not get me wrong; knowledge is the most precious gift of all. It's just--well. I find it unlikely you have any... new stock, as it were."
Black cloth swished as he leaned back, a professional, relatively polite, challenge: what was it they could really offer him?
@Researcher
Clawed fingers were drawn up, the black tips tapped together several times.
"Interesting offers. Yes-... interesting," the Collector crooned, his silky voice carrying a thoughtful hum. With a rustle of cloak he swept into motion, turning, drawing a chair--out of somewhere?--and setting it down. A moment later there were two more; he took a seat, one leg crossing over the other beneath the black cloth. One hand gestured to the other two chairs in invitation.
"I can see use in two of your offers... And so I offer you two ways to earn this prize." Horned head tilted slightly, and those claw-fingered hands steepled together in thought as he regarded each Gembound in turn.
"First: to use your words for a pursuit you might find interesting... it is scientific, for you; but for me it is an open door to business. I would ask you to 'interrogate'... oh, let's say half a dozen, others. Ask them their hearts' desires; ask them what they fear most; and ask them who their enemies are. Interviews, I should think, more than interrogation... A small sample size, to be sure, but nothing is stopping you from interviewing more." A gentle shrug lifted his shoulders. "Or, if borrowing objects is preferable, find the two most valued objects of any two creatures in the caves--and bring them to me. Resale of stolen goods is... ahh, tacky, at best; but it is a way to bring in new customers." He paused, and then, with a light and crooning tone, as if to excuse all his own crimes--and to invite them to share in his excuses--he said: "-You understand."
@Researcher