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"Matthew? Didn't he try to sell me 'sugar' once?" wondered Katerin Ardenis, as she downed a bottle of Carrion Black outside the Old Stout Crow. "I knew there was something more to the man. Come to think of it... I heard someone- some Baruch mention a Mister Fire as the palace burned... does that have anything to do with this Matthew?"

"Not a very good businessman, are ya, Matthieu?" Katerin Ardenis mutters to herself as she peels the missive off the outer facade of the NGS museum. "Indecisive enough that ya change your goals every few days- desperate enough that ya got to burn down yer competitors to earn those minas." She pulls out a sword and begins scraping a stubborn scrap of paper off the brick wall. "At least you had the good sense- ta' make yer missives- impossible to remove!"

"Hmm," thought Katerin as she turned to sit, landing on the wooden chair with a soft thud. "Quite interesting indeed. The opportunities - Could I possibly...?"