Tetsuya, your target is a general good's store to the west of here called 'The Spice of Life". The keeper there is an elderly man who had us kill an associate of his to keep his store in business, and hasn't payed up. The man is a master of wit, and will attempt to anger you into doing something drastic.
He knew all too well the power of the spoken word. In his youth he'd seen a hundred times that even the slight altering of one's tone could change a conversation to a separate subject all together. It was said that with age came knowledge, or at least that was the understanding of most, the shop keeper no doubt had been using his "wit" to aid his business. It would come as no surprise if this same skill was used to save a bit of coin. Coin was the governing force of everyone in the higher district after all, without it.. You were nothing.
He made no comment to what had been said about his apparent illness, though he had a higher trust for his companions than most others he'd met, he found there no use in elaborating, and instead would configure an action plan for his task, but first, addressing Ajax, in a manner he was becoming accustomed to doing. "I will do as you ask, master Ajax" He begun by saying, his tone ever more formal and respectful for who had become his boss. "I'll bleed him of all his coin until the debt has been paid"
With that, he too left the roof, bowing slightly as a further respect, before jumping down upon a nearby building. He'd seen his destination in the past, it wasn't the most secluded, but was far enough off the main roads and pavements for his entrance to the shop to be inconspicuous. He leaped from the second rooftop to a third, and in that manner for the primary section of the travel. He'd make it quick as to not be seen, and soon enough reached his destination, perching above a balcony that jutted from the building he was aiming for. After that, he slipped down, and gained himself entrance to the top section of the shop, picking the lock and closing it behind him, re-locking it afterwards, so that the old man could not simply run to the guards.