Etched on a dirty note, a halfling drops off a note at the Gambling hall

Ledskir's boys. Could use some work. Leave word at the Crone and we'll set up a meeting.

-The Blackdog

[an impressively bulky dwarf scans the note then scribbles something write under it:]

Blackdog,

Let's talk over over a beer or five. Swing by when you get a chance and ask for Ogryd.