Oi Squeagle,

Been awhile. Listen. I hear my new recruit's been a lil too proactive and has pissed off a few too many folks. I've pulled him off a yer trail, so rest easy in that. I need him alive! At least for a week. If he dont live a week I aint gettin promoted. Ya know how important that is to a lot a plans! Pass et on to anyone that has sights on him. Including that tailed fella if ya be on terms with him. A week wont kill ya guys eh? Thanks, means a lot.

Stout

Squeagle sits on the edge of a rickety wooden bridge down in the lower sewers, his feet kicking idly as he grips his fishing pole. A small piece of paper catches his eye, and hesitant to leave his pole, he lays flat and stretches, trying to reach the note.

Stupid!

He looks around briefly for something to use, before pulling out his dagger. He stretches, trying to pin the note down and drag it to him. He sighs and finally stands, taking a step toward the note. His pole instantly shoots off into the water.

Stupid! Stupid stupid notes!

He picks up the note and briefly looks it over before crumpling it up with a sigh, tossing it into the murky waters.