You mousy out of the warehouse district easily enough, looking just like any other random trouble maker in this part of the city. While you are wandering down the street trying to stuff the box into your handy haversack, you find that it doesn't want to fit. No amount of shoving or poking will get the box inside and under control.<br/><br/>Even with this setback you wander back into the market district and meet up with your 100% respectable and trust-able fence.<br/><br/>"ah yes yes my friend, what do you have this time. Please, step into my office!"<br/><br/>His office being a off to the side alleyway. His eyes darting all over the place in the usual lookout for anyone suspicious or weird looking.