Jin Feng paid the boy a piece of copper. For one, he had been one of these himself, and knew how hard life in the street could be, and indeed, he did not want to be pestered about it later. Or marked as an undesireble target for such services. One always had to keep ones reputation in mind. Not that he had much of a reputation yet. He was mostly living by the day, doing thug work: guardin, roughing people up, extracting protection money. Nothing serious, nothing legal either. Thus he considered the offer. Working for the Pathfinder society, no matter how small the lodge was right now, would surely benefit him. They did not pay all that well, but what you could plunder from the ruins they had clues about... that was a different story for sure.<br/><br/>He just hoped he wasn't the only one attending this... but wait. the name in the letter seemed decidedly female. Now he did hope he was the only one attending. Maybe, if he did whatever job she had well enough...<br/><br/><br/>Anyhow, he decided to visit the local lodge,coming roughly half an hour too early, to scout the location, guards, possible escape routes, how well the estate was kept, full scan in order to be prepared for the worst... in case it was a trap. Only when he was convinced this was the real deal he would enter the mansion, showing his invitation if asked.