As Casimir passes Speckard, the man makes a motion to her. Looking around warily he slides her a note, it looks purple and is covered in a hardened ooze like substance.
Hello again,
I appologize for not handing this to you directly. You once spoke of oppurtunites and as a friend of my order. If this is so, I need words with you. A chance to earn trust with me personally. Ignoring the past I am allowing trust by this meeting, I hope it is well placed. Meet me upstairs in the pissing crone, alone.
-Chant