Be my eyes and ears

Harekr did not argue with her words; if anything, he seemed to agree with her. She dipped her head in acknowledgement. "You are... shall I say... sneaky. A trickster. Touched by Loki's hand. I can think of no better, no slyer wolf to do this task. I have faith in your abilities." He asked about what information he was to seek, and a faint smile graced her muzzle. Either he was perceptive, or luck favored him in his words. "A little of both. I wish you to keep your ear to the ground for whatever information might be of interest, and specifically I wish you to seek any information on any of our erstwhile pack members. The deserter Kismet - Warja is also under orders to seek him out and may prove helpful if you find her while you are away - and one of our thegns who went missing. Vereux... he is likely either dead or a deserter himself. If he is not dead... he is an oathbreaker, damned by his betrayal and you have our full support if you wish to... deal with him yourself." A fiercely cold expression settled over her, as though she were both completely, frighteningly under control, and ready to burst into violent action all at once. "Otherwise... if you hear of either of them you are to report it to me or to a stallari, and any other items of interest you may find. Does that suit you?"