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Dorian pauses, then spins his dirk in his palm. Wordlessly, he sheathes the blade and tucks the envelope into his vest pocket as he rises.

"Castles trade hands too frequently for my taste, sir. What concerns me is what is in them.  Send half of the payment to a Mister Alfred Willoughby at the Central Trade commission in Barsdale.  Once the payment has arrived and I am notified, you will have your proof."

He tugs his glove tighter. "If that is all, I will take my leave."