<strong>The safehouse fronted by "Jon's Quality leathers"</strong><br/><br/>There were quiet footsteps on the stairs leading down into the hidden basement meeting room of the craftsman's house.  After a while the door was pushed open, and the master craftsman himself looked into the room.  He surveyed both Lebanon and Samuel with a swift appraising glance, before making his way into the room.<br/><br/>"I'm the owner of this ...establishment, you may say... name's Jon.  Our mutual acquaintance has made it clear that I'm to render any assistance you may need without asking any questions.  He's even paying double my standard rates, so something big must be in the works.  So, folks, anything I can get you?"<br/><br/>His eyes flicked over their clothing with something like disapproval.  His trade was, after all, leathercrafting.<br/><br/><strong>Red Stone Alchemy storefront</strong><br/><br/>There was a sharp tap on the alchemist's shop door before a shortish fellow with a ratty tailcoat and twitching hands came in.  Alexander recognized the small man immediately.  Largo, one of his semi-regular contacts with the other movers and shakers of the Sacrafel underground.  The nervous little man came near the counter in the shop, looking up at Alexander and glancing around in paranoid jerks of his head.<br/><br/>"Ma good man Alex, I'va news fer ya.  Yes, Largo has the best news indeed, he does."<br/>He even spoke in a fast, nervous fashion, switching between first and third person all the time without noticing.<br/><br/>Largo gave a few twitching glances to Alexander to make sure he had the alchemist's attention.<br/>"Them undaground' bigwigs have called a general meeting.  And they want you there."<br/><br/>Suddenly, Largo raised his head with the last sentence, his hazy blue, watery eyes meeting Alexander's with surprising strength of character.