The Korvosan underworld is a rich tapestry. The threads that weave together to form it are mysterious and varied... but most of them trace through the nimble fingers of Jinksy Scramblefoot's hands at some point.
And Jinksy Scramblefoot's hand is rumored to cup a Royal ear quite regularly, while whispers, rumors, and absurdly dirty jokes pass from the streets to the palace.
The urchin on the corner, when he approaches Raen in a series of darting movements, is soon revealed to be no urchin at all, but the very same Halfling with the ear of the King, and his fingers woven through every inch of these rough market streets.
"Oi, greetings my Lady Raen... I've got a message for you from a mutual acquaintance. Keep your money. It is no good here - he gave his word that he would help, and his word is enough."
Raen is startled to find her pocket is suddenly weighed down by something with significant heft. Taking her eyes off the slight creature for a moment to peer into her pouch discretely, Raen sees a few brilliant facets glimmering in the dark velvet folds.
When she looks back up, the urchin is gone. The flawless diamond slightly larger than a quail egg feels cool to the touch as she handles it furtively in the crowded street.