Rose thinks for a minute.

"Very well then. I will spare you of this moment. My masters will punish me however for quitting the job..."

She put down her weapon and jumps off the tall tree.

"Violence? I've killed more then one within the League."

Jared Nods his head Your not the only assassin that has killed those in the league. But it is not good to do it when there is a summoner watching you at point blank range.

"However, lady, choosing an attempt to kill on the Institute's very grounds is inviting disaster," he replied.

Nirik nodded, he decided to ignore the others, taking an interest in Rose. She may be able to assist him, especially if he can find out who her masters are and take him to meet them.
"I'm glad you made the right choice, if there is a way to show that I mean no harm, I would do so. Perhaps you and your masters may even be willing to assist me."

Jared gets confused and says. She just attempted to kill you, and now your asking for her help. You do realize if she SOMEHOW manages to kill you outside of Institute grounds there is a Very small chance that someone will be able to help you... This is why i don't hang around with people. Its just odd sometimes.

Rose smirks at Jon's reply.

"Those disasters I've managed to elude for several times now. Perhaps I should be more elusive now?"

She looks toward Nirik.

"My masters will do no such thing! They are too buried in their own beliefs, they will never let an outsider in. I know this by training alongside them for many years."

She looks around.

"I came for practice, or 'sparring'. Is nobody willing?"

She glared at Jared.

"I would do no such thing!"

Jon's expression turns a bit more amused.

"Well, I mostly came here to observe other spars, but I happen to be prepared for an encounter myself, if you wish for some reason to spar with me," he replied to the woman. He took his HEAAR and took out the magazine, checking to see that the ammunition was topped off.

"I will spar with anyone who wishes."
He could always use the practice, besides, there wasn't much else to do right now. He remembered the crossbow bolt still in his head and pulled it out, there was no blood on it at all.