A sealed letter is slipped under the door of the building, very near to where the three Dapper Derbies gang members loiter in the dark corner of a Lower alleyway. When opened it reads...
To the Dapper Prophet,
I was hoping to speak with the Old Hand who runs your mob. We need to arrange a trade agreement for goods and services already rendered to you and yours. You are in our estate. The rent is due.
Leave a reply for me and mine at the Crone.
- Caiphus Ubel