A small rock, a note tied to it by some string, is hurled over an alley way

Myself and my associates require a locksmith expert to sure up security at a venue of ours. Such a candidate must be reliable in his silence, for we'll be paying extra for it. Hence us not going to Bilby. We'll need an installation of a new, un-pickable lock and a set of seven keys to match.

If you aren't our man, there is gold in it for you if you elaborate on who might be.

Leave a note for Whitecloak at the Crone. If not, I'll stop by sometime soon.

Another note, tied to a small rock, is thrown over the same alleyway

Mr. Whitecloak,

Let's speak in person.

Steel

Steel,

I've some business to discuss with the remaining Red Smiles' leader. It was decided word on a time and place to meet would be left with a neutral, trustworthy middle-man. You'll be suitably compensated, of course.

Please leave word for any message you receive for me at my place of residence.

Whitecloak.