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"Ah, R.T. Robert Tomlein." Zaun said with a smile. "Information isn't free but seeinga s you may one day be vital to me I will give it to you, this time." Zaun said with smirk. "He lives in the north end, as a rich tradesman. He sells pelts and other, more illeagle things. he's a poacher, I know he lives by the Monroe family." Zaun damned his own lack of information for someone he knew. "that's all I'll tell you. You need to collect the rest of your information yourself. Know this. An assassination isn't supposed to be pretty, make sure he's dead, a cut of someones throat is too hard to acheive, cut off an arm or hand first. May the Night Angels guide you." zaun said as he threw up his cloak in Ulfunn's face, it had pelletis in it that would make him temporarally blind, a sort of poison that Zaun and all wetboys were masters at making. Zaun simply strolled back to the shadows, it would have looked to Ulfunn like he was surrounded by smoke.