A deep voice drifted from a cloister chamber behind the desk.
"Do you indeed? Everything is in order, I assume."
Taliesin looked into the veiled entrance of the cloister.
"...Eh...Yes. Yes, everything is in order."
From the veiled chamber stepped a Doghead, dressed in a white robe and crimson cape. His fur was a coppery color that darkened to black at the ends.
He smiled, revealing jaws full of sharp, pearly teeth.
"This is good news! Praise Allah! Please, please, give it to me."
Taliesin slid the package across the desk into Beybars's waiting paws.
As the Doghead began to unravel the packaging Taliesin drew a hidden mas-knife from his pantleg and slammed it down between the fingers of Beybars's left hand on the desk.
"Ah-ah-ah, careful, Beybars. I'm not like one of your crazy fanatics out there in the Mosque. I won't hesitate in killing you. That being said, Doghead, where's my money?"