"Heh. Yew funny, mistah. I wuz given a message fer yew. Dey sade you are late on yer taxes, and dey wood be back tomorry at sunset tu collect. Dey sade yew owe five silvah an anoder two in trest." The boy's eyes roll back a little as he struggles to remember the wording.
"Aye, you've always had a keen mind for the askin of questions, lady Fox. Them Girls ain't really got much turf left in the Shadow proper thanks to their war with the Hound's boys. But a few of 'em on the outs with the new leadership gots a loft in the rafters of the Sodden Orphanage. Just a few blocks that way, near the shoreline-too near, really, that's why it's ground floor is often underwater." Scab offers the Fox, heartened by the exchange of coin and information.