Letter to Shady Dealer

[undeadsteak]

A letter is delivered to the shady dealer, and inside is a piece of ripped paper, with writing hardly neat in it, with food stains all over. It reads,

Lets skip the introduction, and get down to business. You might have something
I want, as a person informed me you might have posion. I've checked your wares for a while, and no one else in this city sells posion, so I've decided to write a letter to you. I need something mild, that will coat my blades, something that'll kill somone quickly. I'm also willing to pay you for information, say somone is looking for a reliable assassin or thief. Let me know as soon as possible. Send a letter to the Four Lanterns Inn when you have an answer, and we'll talk about the price.

-Nariikan Marishikk, servant of Mask

[Ash]

The dealer eyes the boy waving the parchment at him, shows his teeth and snatches it.

The boy is obviously pig-headed and sticks his hand out.

"Piss off!" the dealer roars, sending the child running and sobbing. The dealer looks around, adjusts his coat and steps further back into the shadows.

Here he examines the letter.

"Is this a bloody joke?" he mouths.

He tears the letter into shreds and tosses it in a puddle.

((No way the underworld will deal this way. The guy doesn't really know you at all - regardless of your previous open/legit transactions - and for all he knows, you're the law trying to set him up. You don't make this kind of deal with a letter...))