Scabby, after getting the message by surprisingly fast snail mail, walked to the Slutty Potato. He was going to go there anyway, to drunkenly bitch about Elves and watch sports, but this time he wasn't allowed to get drunk.

"This BS...." He said as he walked into the bar, "Where's the old fart? Hey, old fart." He walked over to the old man, "I was sent here for my job. Where's the door?" The man opened the door for Scabhacker, "Thanks."
The Goblin walked in and sat down at a chair.