'On one of the servers our people run'. Lancelot takes the card and looks at it thoughtfully. He... well, he isn't sure he ever thought of himself that way. Maybe that's part of his problem. He doesn't feel part of this community. After a moment he blinks and nods to Daryl, pockets the card and flickers him a smile.

"I'll get you what you need. The Night Council payment systems are a little old fashioned. If you can send me through something official with your bank details I can get ahead on making sure you're in the system so you get paid quickly. If you don't have anything official looking see if Faolan has anything for Hillingdon, might speed it up."