"I'd rather not get right into it. I hope you understand. I'll follow you, discreetly, but I won't intervene unless I sense trouble."
Fierensa takes off her mask, and begins to prepare a different outfit; stepping behind a paper screen, she changes from her clergy robes, to something more discrete. Her hair pulled back, and her whip knotted around her waist, she does a lot to change her appearance. But her presence, one of commanding authority and respect, is not subdued in any way.
"However, this changes things. Calling a hit against one of our own is absolute blasphemy. While you are not a true priest, you are my son, and an honourary member of Calistria's clergy. That's more than enough to invoke this clause against him. His life is now forfeit. Not only will you receive the payment given to us for your murder, I should be able to scrounge up some additional coin for it. Consider yourself contracted out, officially, by the Church of Calistria. I am contracting you out to take revenge against Hazrim, on behalf of Calistria and all of her family. Should you want it of course."
Fierensa's eyes flash briefly. "But what is sweeter than revenge?"