Meagan,
You must be pretty desperate if you're writing to me about this. Yeah, I saw him. He set up a meeting to buy some of those funny explosives that “fell off the back of a carriage” a few months ago. I waited for him, but he never showed up. Sorry I can’t be any more help. I haven’t seen or heard from him since. Put me in a real bind.
-Isobel
Also, hey, you were kind not to mention it, but I didn't forget I still owe you that case of fig wine after what happened last time. Give me two more months. I swear I'll get it to you.