When it becomes your turn, the man taking names directs you to one of the four tables currently being used by the interviewers a comfortable chair set across from the dark-robed man.  When you approach the table you can feel your skin tightening as if you were passing through an infinitely thin barrier, the sounds and going on's of the rather busy ground floor fading away to that of the murmurs of people three rooms away with closed doors between here and there.

"This is Acolyte Lucius, he has been hired for the day to cast Zone of Truth upon each table.  The first criteria for being considered for what is going to be a very lucrative venture is the acceptance of such magics.  Failure to acquiesce will result in the summary end of this negotiation.  Do you accept the spell?" The man asks.

Kreeg rolls his eyes and scoffs audibly. "Yeah yeah whatever."

The man watches as the zone of truth expands to encompass the two of them before giving a curt nod.  "I will point out, I too am under the effects of the spell. He states before pulling out a thick piece of card stock. The first question I would ask of you is this.  You are on an expedition funded by our mutual benefactor.  While on your watch making a patrol of the perimeter of the encampment within the ruins you have traveled to you come upon a cache of gold and magic items.  If you were to help yourself to the sudden largess neither your party members nor our benefactor would know that there is treasure and magic to which they are owed a share.  What would you do?"  He asks simply.

Kreeg taps his chin for a moment then descends into a (truthful) string of syllables...

"Any of it 'splosive?  If der is I'm kleppin da 'splosives.  An' da poisons.  Any good drugs in da pile?  Bad drugs?  Dose are mine too.  Other'n that, even split, fair's fair.  I mean ya don' wanna jank da jig on da berks yer runnin wit.  Dat's a good way ta' get a dog-cutter in da jibbys when yer viddin' the back o' yer lids.  Savvy?"
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The man listens, his expression growing more and more baffled as time goes on but when the Goblin finishes speaking the silk suit doesn't say anything for several long seconds.  "Not steal anything."  He writes down on the card before he asks his next question pulling out an illuminated piece of vellum "You happen upon the vault door to an abandoned Dwarven temple to Abadar.  The metal of the locking mechanisms have long since rusted and fused together making the only way to get into the treasure room being to destroy the door.   Upon the destruction of the door, you find that in addition to several thousand gold pieces in deposited treasure a Fruminious Bandersnatch has burrowed it's way into the vault from behind and taken up residence in the cozy room.  What do you do?  The man asks giving the goblin time to read up about the bandersnatch and it's abilities as reported by The Pathfinder Society.

_{The Bandersnatch!
https://www.d20pfsrd.com/besti...ndersnatch-frumious/}

The goblin scans the document, consuming it's content is what might look like a dismissive manner before setting the vellum down, although in truth he's just way smarter than he sounds and reads fast.

"Only an addle-coved soddin leather-head a' do nuthin but give dat thing the laugh.  Hadda be soddin barmy to be banging around dat thing's cage.  Less I had a right bloody buncha bashers n' cutters ta give it the nick I'd droppa tangly on it and take the toe heel right back to whatever berg I bubbled up from. Ain't no buncha jink worth endin' up on the bleedin end o' dat biter."

Kreeg leans back on his seat, arms crossed behind his head and kicking his feet idly in the air.  A wide, sharp toothed grin spreads across his face as he lets his questioners digest that one.
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"You would be surprised how many adventurers would try and fight such a thing.  Thankfully Bandersnatches are a magical creation and not a natural living creature.  I think even smaller dragons would have a problem fighting A Frumious Bandersnatch.  And pray you never come across their larger, meaner Magebane cousins. He comments as he writes down notes.  "Now, Mr. Kreeg, as you may have been informed, our mutual benefactor has come into some information, information that can lead to lost magics, knowledges, and treasures that have not seen the light of day since the golden age of the old Empire.  If you are chosen discretion will not only be advised but will need to be enforced.  You capable of keeping your gob shut about where or how you might have come across some piece of Kit? 

Kreeg makes a sour face and rolls his eyes at his questioners.

"'Ay, perk up yer cones.  Ol' Kreeg may be crazy, but 'ee ain't stupid.  I know's which side my bat-wing's buttered on.  If you's on a payin' basis and playin' straight, you say 'Bar that,' an' a hangman's chatter's all yer gettin'.  Ol' Kreeg ain't one ta go rattlin 'is bone box when ee's got a good thing goin'.  (He spreads his hands in an almost apologetic fashion) Now... I ain't saying I never bobbed some berk who 'ad it comin, or klepped a trink er two ta get by when things was bleak.  But if'n yas good to the Kreeg, the Kreeg's good to yas.  'Sides, I can't get Kreeg-Co off the ground if every gib and genny thinks their gonna get nicked when they drop a few jinks at me shop. Savvy?"

Kreeg can almost imagine the smoke coming out of the man's ears as he speaks that final statement the man tilting his head.  He starts to speak then stops. Once, twice, finally at the third attempt whatever gear that had stripped finally catches back up to his mouth.  "Ohhhkay.. final question.  Our benefactor wants the business relationship with you and your fellows to be mutually beneficial with protections on both ends so you and your fellows know that he is working in good faith with you, and so he too has assurances of good faith on your part.  To that extent, there will be a magically binding contract.  Said contract cannot have hidden clauses and will not accept the signature of either party if one or more of the parties signing the contract do not fully understand and accept the terms of said contract.  If chosen you will be given a parchment that has the verbiage of the contract on it to read before returning to the ground floor of The Crown tomorrow to sign said document.  Do you have any objections to this? he asks

Kreeg's eyes narrow with delight as his questioner's engine slips a belt for a moment.  To the question of the contract Kreeg waves a hand dismissively.

"Yeah yeah, sure sure.  Long as I gedda chance to viddy it real good first I got's no problem there. "
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The man nods once more.  "Thank you very much for your time.  We are almost done with the interviews and will post near the front door those we have chosen.  If you will hand me the banknote sent in your invitation I have the authorization to endorse it." The man explains and offers holding out a hand for the requested slip.

In reply to Dolor et Gloria (msg # 11):

Now -this- item Kreeg kept in pristine condition.  He don't mess around when money is involved.  He withdraws the unendorsed note from the side pocket of his haversack and passes it over to the man in a decidedly businesslike manner.

"Sounds good.  One thing thats nippin at me flaps though.  You asked all dese questions bout me morals and me general smarts... but you's never asked me nuffin bout what ah kin actually -do-.  I mean, you must know -sumpin-, you swabs trackin me down an all... but this waterlogged gobbo fresh out the brine weren't zactly throwin up skyrockets at da time an it ain't zactly common fer you pinkies to go lookin for skels like me to do nuffin but beat on like a soddin' wharf rat."

He gives both the caster and the questioner a sly look.

"How'd you even know ol' Kreeg gots da cut to help yer boss anyhoo?  I mean... I -gots- da cut don't you fret none... buuuut I kint help but wonder."

"On that, I can't rightly answer your question.  Not out of an order or directive not to, but I simply don't know how our benefactor gathered their information.  The man says as he signs the note and hands it back to the Goblin.

Behind the man, Kreeg sees a faint wisp of something akin to smoke that as the man talks drifts and slowly takes the shape of a goblin head, the ears ragged and wispy it's mouth opening dark lines of the same shadow with the white stone of the wall behind it giving the apparition a clear Cheshire grin before it all dissipates.

"Thank you very much for your time, enjoy the rest of your day and the hospitality of The Crown." He says in a clear yet polite dismissal.

In reply to Dolor et Gloria (msg # 13):

Kreegs ears droop back over his shoulder and his grin turns downward into a look of apprehension.  Still, he takes his signed note and returns to the table, looking back over his shoulder where the wisp appeared for a moment before scurrying away.