*The bartender accepts another note, and holds his hand slightly above the bar, as if he is waiting on something to pass underneath it.
The note reads, in a carefully scripted hand, *
Ah huv a place reddy noo. Leave word ah'n ah'll meet ye when ye waant.
~~ Maw Baker
*Following the words are a set of symbols, letters and numbers; perhaps directions in some unusual script. The bartenders hand is pushed down to grap the note, and the bearer walks back out into the shadows.*