[To Laszlo from Friends of the Jackal.]

[zerotje]

Laszlo,

Your words have been heard.
We would like to employ you for your services.

We do not like to give precise details in letters.

It's someone with some prominence.
Likely it has to be done in public, unless you devise a clever way for it to be not.
Securing your objective in itself is likely to be ridiculously easy.

We want people to know it was directed by us.

Return a reply to the Creep with a manner to contact you and with an approximate of cost.

Friends of the Jackal

[55million]

[A missive is returned, tossed into a slot of the Krak's mailbox by a street urchin]

Jackal-Friend,

Nine by nine by nine dinari - and your little problem will go away!

Come to the Creep, speak to the shade on the wall. Obbo and I will whisk you away somewhere more private.

I will be there for the rest of this day.

[zerotje]

Dear Laszlo,

Due to changing circuimstance time has become of the essence.

Hurry it up.

We have additional jobs for you waiting.

Friends of the Jackal

[55million]

Jackal-Friend,

A murder in a day, for the generous tithe of the Wyrm by the Wyrm by the Wyrm?  Surely you did not expect this?

These things are not so simple. Alas, I'll entertain it for your cause.