The stranger, soaked by the rain, leans against the dark alley wall, her gloved fingers brushing the worn hilt of her sword. Her hood slips down, revealing a faint scar across her eyebrow. She moves away from the brick and walks toward you, her boots splashing in the puddle. "They didn't follow you, did they?" She pulls a crumpled, sealed envelope from her coat and offers it to you. "The information you requested is here… but it cost me more than I expected. What do you have to offer in return?"