Ah, hello, Daeva. You have something you want to trade?

No? Then perhaps you're the tavern-crawling type. What're the current specials at the Dionysia?

• "The depressed Qooqoo swears colourfully there."

Ha ha ha! I sort of pity you, Daeva. Do you have any idea what sort of people you're dealing with? I hope you never find out!

You know, I'm no spy.... Just a guy trying to make a living. But your current employers aren't making things easy for me.

If they want their precious info, they'll have to compensate me. And since you work for them now....

• Accept.
• Decline.

Don't worry. I'm not asking for Kinah.

I need Green Ink. It's no ordinary ink. Its special features will come in handy for your employers' spy work.

You get me some from Greenclaw Rotrons, you'll have your letter. Simple as that.

• "Then I know what I must do."

Get some Green Ink and give it to Kardinal.

That didn't take too long. See? All you needed was a little motivation.

I have that letter all ready for you, assuming you have something ready for me...?

• "Yes, yes, I've got it."

Hey, I have all the time in the world. Your employers don't. Won't they be upset if their precious plans go awry?

I still need that Green Ink from Greenclaw Rotrons and you need that letter.

• "I also need your smugness to die."

So here's that letter. Frankly, I'm relieved I can give it to you. This info will do a lot of good.

Don't tell anyone about it. Pretend it's a love letter or something.

You met Kardinal, your contact, at the Trade Brokerage.

Tired of working for free, he'd only give you the letter if you got him some Green Ink.

You retrieved some, and he gave you your letter in return.