*left near the docks along with a glass jar in which swims an angry looking parasite*

I brought you my head. You fools owe me 10,000 gold coins, and since you let me go--I expect the bounty to drop. Unless the Synod likes the story of how I made fools of you to spread. So much for your vaunted image then. I'm reasonable though, drop the bounty and I drop the story of how easily you can be fooled.

More than that, I know the cure to what ails you. I know more about disease than anyone of you--its why I'm returning this little fellow.

Bygones;

Mandarin Dreagle

A sick, trembling lizardfolk slave find the letter and the jar on the docks. After starting at the parasite for a moment with sheer horror in his eyes, he carefully picks up the jar and the missive, returns to the city, and presents them to the Synod of Sslal'teesh...