[The following lines are found etched into the buildings which border many of Lower's darkest, seediest alleyways]

The Crimson Grins and a dive heaved. The Golden Curs, walked right in.

A comely residence, worth a struggle for. But for the lingering Grins, a task too hard, too unsure.

Some fellows sympathetic, unpleased with Golden rhetoric. We're willing to aid, those Cats still owing a debt unpaid.

Restoration of your Stop Hole Alley, no time to waste, do not dally. A share of the blood and swag, all we'll ask for, for these only we'll nag.

A friendly interaction, one leader with another, planning the action.

Word to know a place to meet, and likewise, A time you and I can greet. A note left with a middle man, grey, neutral and reliable, like Steel.

Soon you'll feast like as only a beast can, Right where the Tiger now takes his meal.