[a short letter left with Cyrus, written on an ale-stained parchment in a surprisingly elegant hand]

Vlad,

My name is Hauk-- currently, Footman Hauk. I'm definitely your man for the job.

I used to run a small freight set up between Ten Towns and Waterdeep. We handled all sorts of goods. And I mean all sorts. I know how to cut a deal, move cargo quickly, and discern a foolish customer who can be exploited for being dim. And I'm no rosewater sailor, either. I can swing with the best of them.

This is my offer: I want a decent cut, or access to cheap potions and wands. Look out for me, and I'll sell your goods and earn you a tidy profit while I'm at it. Mayhap the winds will blow other mutually amiable dealings our way, as well.

Come find me on the beat if you're keen.

Hauk.

[The Letter is Received]

Hauk,

We are thrilled to see your enthusiasm for business, and it is our belief that it will make you quite wealthy should you pursue this with the necessary zeal. You will likely earn most of your profit through the sale of magical potions, so the logical first step is to take note of what sorts of brews those around you would be most willing to buy. We are willing to sell them to you for a fair degree less than the standard fee that the rest of the merchants are charging throughout the city. We could also provide copies of arcane scrolls on demand, although it may be a good idea to have these ordered in advance.

The way that this will likely work is that we will sell you a specified amount of each potion for a flat rate and you will sell them at your leisure, keeping the profits you make for yourself. I propose a meeting when you have a moment of free time to sort this out.