A simple task for an upstanding gentleman such as myself, to be rid of the filth in exchange what flows most pure.
Send me a purse of coin and I shall paint for you, but a little bird must leave a letter for a man such as myself. They must leave it tucked tight in the grates to these gutter-people below and folded four times with a wax-seal, so I know if the rats tampered with it.
Two thousand for the unheard masses. Four thousand for the upstanding citizen of this Well. Other circumstances and special members of our society may require a more delicate contract.
- The Upstanding Gentleman
/More of these flutter around Ephia's Well and the gutters below. They now carry a mark running down them that carries with it an alchemical scent some might recognize from a recent explosion/
*These begin to circulate once more after having faded away for some time*