"Cristine sent money this morning and a letter for you," he said, pulling out a letter from his pocket that looked far from noble, more like crumpled paper. After all, she was an assassin, not a grand duchess or something like that.
Strax glanced at his hand and took the tattered letter. Unwrapping it, he noticed Cristine's quick handwriting. He began to read silently, his expression changing as he absorbed the words.
Dear Strax,
Well, I'm currently on a mission, so I won't be able to keep in touch with you. I know I should have warned you earlier, but on the same day we met, I had to go to a meeting. In short, there will be a dangerous auction that our Main Guild has been tasked with providing security for. Things have been busy here, but nothing I can't handle. Be vigilant on the roads; I've heard rumors that they are being taken over by a guild called Zaratz.
