"An honor and a pleasure," replied the inquisitor, the woman taking her gloved hands from behind her back as she returned their salute this time, the jet shade of her gloves' leather matching that of her coat. "to the both of you. Sommer Ehrt, inquisitor of the Verhör, and I might have a task for the both of you, if you are up to it."
Yes, she mused, they both could be of assistance, if only for this one time. It might be better to approach in the visage of patrons than in their official capacity. Ehrt was sure that Devika had some sort of network laying about to let her know whenever any from the Verhör stepped within a mile of her establishment. Corin could provide the element that might keep such security at bay, even distract them with means other than what surely earned him his tin cravat.
As for Adam? Oh, Adam could surely put on a show, and a show Sommer would need, were she to get the answers she wanted. The Amarande was undoubtedly a haven for illicit actions, and thus far she had been foiled in every attempt to prove it by that damnable diva.
Noble or not, she would get what was coming to her.