Notice At Mordechai's Stall.

[*Reptiller]

Want the gloves back, berk?
Find me at the bazaar, we will
discuss that.

[*Mr_Otyugh]

*Mordechai replies*

You have one day to deliver the right gloves for me without any tricks or attempts to Muriel, the innkeeper of Foul Olde Spirit Inn, or I shall inform theft and assault to the Harmonium, as well as you shouting out loud in public "Yes I take bribes" to the Fraternity of Order, your license to lawyer shall be removed and your reputation shall be ruined.

I will make public announcements and written entries to the Sigils Independently Gathered Information Source magazines of your unprovoked assaults and destroy your credibility slowly and systematically.

Or you can deliver the gloves to Muriel. You have one day.

- Mordechai.

[*Reptiller]

What bribes? Do you have any proof of that? You only have my "words" and those noone heard of. Theft and assault? Once again, any proof? Your simple words mean nothing in this city, face it. Sensory stone? No one believes them.
I want another offer.

[*Mr_Otyugh]

One day. It is your reputation in stake.

*is only thing he adds*

[*Reptiller]

If you want this the hard way...

[*Mr_Otyugh]

*the notes are removed and new note is added*

Half-day left.

[*Mr_Otyugh]

*once more a new note is brought, Mordechai seen briefly to stumble through the Great Bazaar to only leave the note and then leave*

Your time is running out. Better make the right decision.

[*Mr_Otyugh]

*A short written addon below the note.*

"Time is up."

[*Reptiller]

*They are comepletly normal*

[*Reptiller]

This day, the gloves have been left at Muriel's, in a fancy gift box for Mordechai.