[i] A crumpled note, pinned two doors down from Ricardo's, reads as follows in handwriting closely resembling that of a child - [/i]

 To whom it may concern,

 (and I think we all know which little fucker this concerns)

 If you so much as [i]sneeze[/i] in the direction of this door before sunrise, then you'll be all but begging for R'ornn to turn your blood to crystals again after I'm through with you. 

 And before you say it, no, not even if you're dying. You probably deserve it.

 Sleep it off. 

Yours faithfully, 
  
 - Someone who's too tired to deal with bards who don't know how to keep their mouths [i]shut[/i] and their fingers to [i]themselves[/i].

 P.S. Stay out of my stocks, you know better.

 P.P.S Now fuck off.