"Of course, of course." He replied, taking a seat with a slightly wrinkled nose. The man didn't look like he got out much, seeming almost unnaturally pale, and was bald as an egg. His skin wasn't wrinkled, and he didn't look to be terribly old, but he wasn't attractive either. He spoke bluntly. "A rival stole one of the tomes that I ordered from another city when it arrived. She has a tower with decent, but not excellent, wards, and some magical traps. I want you to retrieve the tome. I'll offer a thousand gold for the book, and another thousand if you kill her in the process."