Duplar sighs. "Yes, I do know how to do the smart-Kandar-about-town routine", Duplar says, "I don't happen to like it. Smart-Kandar-about-town tend not to like me. But you are right, these humans don't need to know Duplar the street beggar". "Yes", Kala responds, "I have read your file. I can't say I completely understand when you say you actually *like* pretending to be a beggar, not matter how useful your role may be to us". "Now, what sort of carrots can I offer them?". "Security?", she replies, "They're in a city with a culture completely alien to them, where a failure of etiquette might prove fatal. Show them that if they're willing to learn, and try to fit in, they can find a way to fit it. And if they can prove themselves useful, we can pay them more than anyone else will for their skills. Nobody but us employs humans as anything more than common labourers or skivvies". "They will need somewhere to live, and support until they find a way to earn a living. Can we find them rooms?". "I'd rather we continued to house them within the complex for the time being; later on, once they've got a feel for the city, we might move them to one of the guild's lodging houses". "Any more questions, Duplar?"
