*With a sigh, Kinai dips her raven-feathered quill into black as midnight ink and writes the following in a slightly altered handwriting, making her words and letters scratchy and sharp than her usual loops and curls*
For you who are interested in the business of the gods some consider accursed and evil, it's best -not- to pen it down in public eye. Everything and anything can be used against you if such a thing ever occurs.
For this particular case, seek the one clad in black who has hired you some time ago in the city of Hempstead, and the one will tell you all you need to know.
I will be waiting.
*She puts her feather away, knowing Luna would remember Kinai, and walks away humming some terrible to the ears tune she had memorized from Dur'Thak some time earlier before. The message itself, however, is left unsigned*