"Alright, alright. Just needa finish off the rest of these Zaneth brats-"
The thug was interrupted by a wine-splattered and obviously disgruntled woman striding towards him. They had to get out fast. The thug's contact shuffled towards him.
"Safehouse Fourteen."
"That's on the other end of town."
"Well, can never be too safe when you stir up a bloody tavern brawl with Zaneth's boys involved, can ye?"
"Right." The thug looked slightly embarrassed. "Sorry." He looked back and saw that his contact had disappeared. He was always the cowardly type. The thug then proceeded to push his way past the woman.