Ooze-covered Letter

Glad you're back, <name>. You know I love me some gossip, and I bet you do, too. Maybe you'd care to shed a little light on why your name is on the lips of such bad news?

I hear you owe Leyti Quicktongue some money. Did you gamble all of your savings back home or what?

Is she your loan shark? Do I have to pay for your health insurance? That's not gonna happen, pal.

Look, just take this letter she left for you. I don't want to hold this thing anymore, especially with that nasty looking green stuff dripping off the corner. Probably acid or poison or something.

Short break, and I mean short!

If it ain't <name>. You thieving scoundrel.

What do you mean it was your gig?

So peach, you got my money? No? What do you mean no?!

Tsk, I guess you're still a low grade thief. In that case, I guess I could teach you the ropes.

It's not like I like you or anything... You still gotta pay me back!