Arthur folds his newspaper down to a small rectangle and pushes it aside. There's no point in dancing around the issue. "Collaboration," he says, leaning forward and lowering his voice. They're just talking about some private matters; nothing to see here. "Back home, I dealt in information." Sort of. It's true enough. "Coming here, I'm obviously not established. There's only so much of the who's who of Baedal somebody can pick up from traditional sources. I need someone with experience, somebody who's already settled into the city, to work with me when the jobs start rolling in. Gathering information, creating comprehensive biographies of the subjects." He pauses, taking a sip of his coffee. "Interested?"