Ulisha sighs at this question, and looks a little downhearted. "I have the hex, yes. But I cannot just give it to you. These assassins will not be the last. I expect I can do some trade with Anwald to save his honour, and hopefully then he will forget about the matter."
Ulisha laughs, "He's an important noble. If you kill him it wont be some piss-poor assassins for hire after you."
Alahazra silently sulks at not getting the opportunity to heal Crowe.
Oh, he's no where near full strength yet!
"Just how was his honor injured?"
"There was a cup, it was sold, and now cannot be retrieved. Apparently it meant more to his family than I had imagined. I am a Pathfinder, an dI specialise in the relics of this area of the world. I would pass though again sometime."
"If you can placate Anwald, I will give you the Silverhex. Otherwise, I must keep it to sell on and hopefully the cold hard cash will fix the problem."
"Where is the cup that it cannot be retrieved?
"Sold, sold and sold again. Believe me, when this all started I tried to retrieve it. But the cup is neither all that valuable in and off itself, nor unique. It's significant to Anwald's family, but not so much to the wider world. I'm sure his agents have tried looking too. Part of why he thinks I still have it no doubt."
"If by the society, you mean you here and now. That could work. it would need to be a hefty sum though, 500gp..."
"This, this could work. Anwald is in the town those assassins came from, Daggermark. Take the goods, and either sell them and pay him off, or trade him, or otherwise get his guards called off, and the Hex is yours."
She seems sincere, happy is probably pushing it a bit far.
A wake is easy enough to find. It would appear he's been making quite a bore of himself. In a tavern less suited to his station than you may expect, he can be found drinking alone.
He looks up as you approach his table. "What do you reprobates want?"
Anwald's eyes glaze over for a few moments, he's obviously a little drunk.
"Well? Speak up." he says as he snaps back to there here and now.
He looks up and smiles. "An offer, eh?"
Anwald looks at Zasha, and his face looses it's eagerness.
"Oh, that. You've come from the half-orc. I take it my assassins have failed?" He doesn't wait for an answer. But he seems to make a decision in that movement. His shoulders go back, he raises his head, and his voice becomes calm and steady.
"I've had enough of Ulisha. Enough chasing her through the kingdoms. Enough of her escaping every group I send after her. Keep your trinkets. They are spoiled, and any cash I acquired from them would be tainted too. Tell Ulisha she is free. I will call off the hounds. I will never see her ugly face again."
He turns to the rest of the group, obviously excluding Zasha "Now go along, and tell her." then turning to Zasha he says, "Could I buy you a drink?" the light of the drunk creeps back into his eyes, but he calls over the nearest serving woman all the same.