Eventually, activities in the bar drew to a close as the patrons slowly left.  Unfortunately, the local city laws required taverns to start closing up a few hours after midnight, though officials were usually lenient enough about it that there wasn't much of a rush to leave.  Finally, as the last patron left and the crew could lock the door, the issue of the strange letter from the messenger came up.  Clearly, it was important, that much was obvious from the wax seal.  Minor divination magic would also reveal that it was, indeed, authentic.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The letter</div><div class="spoiler_body">The letter came in an envelope with the seal of House Kassell, a wealthy merchant house, and one that has not had any dealings with the guild until now.  It reads:<br/><br/><em>It has come to my attention that certain members of this city are planning activities that may be detrimental to my continued business.  While I am certain your guild would not care either way what happens to my business, I am also certain that you are in little position to refuse the fairly generous offer I am willing to make for your assistance.  Come to my manor the day after this letter finds you, at the second bell past noon, and show this letter to the guard.  I assure you, this meeting will be well worth your time.<br/><br/>~R. K.</em></div></div>