Arthur
*Shank returns. No longer a boy in mere rags, he now wears lamellar armour and a sallet helm, with a shield strapped on his back. His face is hidden, which... Well, doesn't change much when interacting with the boy. He bows, and explains his departure.*

"The letters seemed interesting. I hear you got the same. Must be a criminal organisation."
Mario
`Sorry, just finished up with Christmas with the fam`

*Nox was busy studying the tome of Magic he had just "Creatively Redistributed" From that ailing and somewhat insane mage Ulavior. It had taken him weeks to plan for his agent to carry out the task of stealing it, and he was going to transcribe all of the knowledge for his own use. Barely looking up from the thick, leather bound tome, he said:*
Gerald
"Which one? The one about the Herbs or the one about the prison?"
Mario
*He had revcived two letters, each of them offering a generous amount of gold, and was very inclined to take it.*
Arthur
*Shank looks over his letters, and then Nox's.*

"Well... The herb one. I got another... Odd one..."
Mario
*Still reading and copying notes and recipes over to his own tome, Nox absent mindedly reached over with one hand and glanced over the letter yet again.*
Gerald
"Seems quite straightforward to me; we go and we protect people while they get herbs."
Arthur
"Indeed. We are capable enough of that."
Mario
*Nox, still absent minded, but who was beginning to put down his pen as he finished the last few lines of the notes he was writing.*
Gerald
"I believe you said something about a criminal organization?"