Usually this is the part where I hand you the scroll and send you on your way.
Sadly, friend, these are unusual times.
How's a man expected to run an honest business dealing in highly illegal goods when the Irontide Raiders are shaking down good folk like myself?
I'm prepared to offer you a handsome sum - and the scroll for our shelled associate - if you rid me of the damnable woman who collects these tributes.
You'll surely find her at Harlan's table at the bar, getting drunk on MY gold!