Keenst brought himself to the back table, and watched as the mage turned around, almost as if surprised to see someone come back here, after all this time.<br/><br/>"I hate to be a bother, Sir, but i'm trying to reach the Dark  Net. I'm in need of a job, and assumed you could help?"<br/><br/>"Password?"<br/><br/>"Zakolha Gaurda Annukai, Shelcata" Should work just fine. but if not, "swisesfaunder."<br/><br/>"Very well, good sir, we have 3 jobs, take your pick carefully, because the other two will not go to you, once you pick your one.."<br/><br/>"Yeah yeah, i know how it words, Sir, but thank you for the reminder." he looked at the envelopes, and slowly pondered, one two or three.... He picked the third one, " this is the one for me. thank you sir. I'll be back to collect on it, maybe. depending on who it is, and where it takes me.  He stood up, and walked through to the next room, and empty table sitting there, he sat back down, and opened the envelope, dropping the contents onto the table. He blinked, and looked at it.. The barkeep? What could he have done to piss someone else off? he seemed nice enough, this smelled wrong. He was going to have to stay and investigate. He lifted the picture to the lantern on the wall, and burned it completely.