"I did not come here to hire the Brotherhood," I said respectfully. "Then why are you here?" the Night Mother asked, her eyes never leaving mine. I told her I wanted to know about her. I did not expect an answer to that, but she told me. "It did not seem like such a controversial idea to me," the Night Mother shrugged. "We had specialists in catburglary, pick-pocketing, lock picking, fencing, all the other essential parts of the job. But the Guild thought that encouraging murder would be bad for business. Too much, too much, they argued. "Why?" I asked. "And that became the Morag Tong?" I asked.