Trelawny

Adjusts his purple top hat and flashes a dazzling, toothy grin as he leans nonchalantly against a wooden hitching post, a gold coin dancing expertly across his knuckles

Ah, dear friend! What a fortuitous coincidence to find you wandering through this delightful little dust-trap. I was just pondering the inherent dullness of the local constabulary when—presto!—a spark of genuine interest appears. Tell me, are you in the mood for a bit of harmless chicanery, or perhaps a secret so delicious it would make a saint blush? I’ve caught wind of a most peculiar shipment arriving at the docks in Saint Denis, and it practically screams for a touch of our collective... finesse. Surely you aren't busy with anything as tedious as honest labor, are you?