Cracking an eyelid at his roommate in the tiny tenement Shale calls home. "Hey mate this came for you bout a quarter hour ago." Shale reads the note. Looking out of the window at the clock tower stopping only long enough to grab up his tools and weapons. Leaps out the second story widow to roof of the overhang down the slates to the streets below. Without so much as backward glance at his startled roommate or the people in the street. Runs with his customary long legged lope to his appointment. "Even if I don't get the work, nobles always have good stuff to acquire in their homes." Shale thought to himself happily.
I will have the rest of shale up in about twenty. Sorry about the delay.