A tap on the shoulder and Ronken was all business. Fists clenched and body tense he turned around ready to beat off any angry Slum Demons.

 He wasn't expecting the sight of a small robed figure. He was about to ask, in no uncertain terms, what the heck they wanted. And why they felt the need to bother him while he was having his fun. But before he could find his voice the figure, which he now knew as a lass, piped up.

 [i]"You look like somebody who doesn't give a shit 'bout what the hell's goin' on. I like you."[/i] She said, her voice managing to carry over the roars of the crowd.

 Ronken gave a small laugh and relaxed his fists. He replied back, [b]"I do my best ta' give off that feelin'."[/b] He eyed the lady up and down. She was grabbing for something. [b]"You ain't so bad ya-"[/b] he trailed off us she held out a small sack, and with it he heard the sweet melody of clanking coin. With raised eyebrows and a small grin he focused on the bag.

 It took him a second to realize that there was also some crummy piece of paper.

[i]"Tellya what. There's one of those Travelers in there with a brass mask. I'll pay you double to deliver a message."[/i] 

 His grin broke into a smile. Maybe lady luck was about to give him a break. He wasn't sure what was being doubled, but he was willing to gamble it was enough for his debt. Or more drugs. Whichever he felt like.

 Most people would probably have some questions. 
[i]Is payment on delivery or in advance, How much [b]is[/b] the pay, Does it have to be delivered now past the guards or after once they're inside, What was in the letter, Are you single, Will this job bite me in the end at some point later in time?[/i] 

 Those sorts of things.

Ronken just nodded, uttered a hearty [b]"Deal"[/b] and grabbed for the paper and bag of money.