Open The Slups Crime Cartographer

[Fanjo Mercytooth]

The target seemed like nothing Fanjo couldn't handle. He held no sympathy for these lovers. As far as he was concerned, he was doing a job and the world revolved on trade. Two grand would set him up well toward affording a higher life, and more so do well to grease paws to keep them from reaching for knives.

"Hmm," he grunted with amusement at the request. "I can see I'm going to have to charge my other sources discretionary fees. Anyhow, ain't any trouble revealing this one. Little scat, name of Flunker. Stowed aboard a cargo run, did some nasty business to a few workers, and run off with two sacks of coughee, way they tell it. Mister Razorshanks wanted him hauled in."

 

[Ivo Suresight]

Ivo took a second to memorise name, reason and the method. All that while heartily chuckling at the notion. "Heh, careful with those. Discretion sure pays well, but lack of it? That's where da money really is." A notion of paying for discretion was with money wasn't stupid, but it sure was inefficient.

Still, Razorshanks was a name he knew. Off the top of his mind, Ivo could already add to the picture of this grizzled sailor turned "businessmen". Gilders sure seemed to turn beasts sour and petty. Especially now that he could add this vermin posting whole bounty after a mischief and effectively petty thief. It was in a way useful knowledge. Awareness of how petty a beast can be was crucial in doing buisness with them.

Satisfied, Ivo finally put the paper he was drawing upon on the table.Aalongside a simple sketch of target and a client, there was a neat map, showing how to navigate through the slups strating from the Bilge. It also had written names. "The path there'll lead ya to t'client. Target, from what I know lives in da same neighbourhood. Memorize it 'cuz that page's gettin destroyed s'soon as ya stand up."