To Centurio Blackwell

[caterpillar]

The hooded figure waits until the Centurio leaves. The door banged. The lock clicked. Muffled sounds of woman's feet slowly dwindled away. Sile excitedly waits yet another minute or two and then quickly approaches the apartment, letting the parchment slip right in the tiny gap between Emiliana's door and the floor of her luxurious room.

"Dreadmaster, Thayan, Blackwell, Death. What connects the odds? If you don't like puzzles, 20.000 in gold will help you find some answers. Those answers have names. You have four days.

Bring the gold to Jimmy's Dice Table - ask for the private saloon. Come alone, wait. Patience should be your best friend. "

[FoogooFish]

When the Legionnaire returned to her suite, her eyes were immediately drawn to the scrap of parchment conspicuously perched upon the plush ivory carpet at the foot of her doorway. The missive was grasped and held aloft so that she could quickly read its message; her forehead momentarily creased, and her lips thoughtfully pursed when the portent was mentally processed.

"Interesting," she remarked to Adagio, the striped feline who adorned the pillows upon her bed. "Time to make some arrangements."

The cat lazily regarded the young woman before yawning his opinion on the matter.