The inn keeper hands the message over with a shrug.
"You read it did you?"
The inn keeper flashes a sly smile, "You asked for it to be put in my care, so I was just checking that there was nothing dangerous written see? Fat lota good it did me, don't have a clue what it means."
She turns back to harassing the barkeep for some unknown reason.
The midnight blue cloaked figure stands there reading the script in his hand. He then crumples it up and tosses it over his shoulder without a second glance.
"Yeah".
