Written in a clear, curt hand, folded and tied, a note is left for Rastian both at the Rock Bottom and the Pissing Crone. To the man Rastian, I've something I've been told is yours in my possession. If you're inclined to retrieve it, leave note here. In twenty days I'll assume you're dead if I've no word from you, and consider it rightly earned loot. Varden.

*The message is -not- recieved*