Gamble - "I'm not saying it has anything to do with you. What I am saying is that apparently in the days before the fire, the forgemaster was receiving materials from a thief he called the Spook's Man who always arrived in a wagon bearing a crescent moon sigil. Some people might think that the next logical place to look would be someplace like this, with it's connection to magical sundries and fitting sign. But I'm not saying it has anything to do with you."
Harj - ....A few years ago? I did have a man who...procured...rare items for me that disappeared suddenly a few years back. He had use of one of my wagons, thought I am unaware of what other client he may have had. His name was Morslayd. Morslayd'Gul.
"I will never remember all that. Let's call him Slayd, for now. So you don't know anything about Slayds other clients, or jobs. You trusted him enough to give him access to one of your wagons, even when he wasn't working for you. Why is that?"
Harj - Yes, the whole Lee incident was a mess. I never would have thought Gaul would let it go as far as it did with that cleric's family, too smart, but it is what it is. I owed him my life, not my blessing.
Harj - He'd check in at the beginning of each month to see if I needed anything procured, deliver it whenever he was able. He was bit of a braggart, utterly unconcerned with laws or general morality. Unafraid to get...messy, eager at times...not that I ever required that aspect of his services. Not a friend, not an ally, just an efficient employee.
"Apparently he quit knowing better that day with the Armorer. Seems like he had it made, as a "Procurer". Picks his own jobs, works alone, guaranteed buyers, doesn't have to deal with a fence ... Thank you Harj, just one other thing. What DID Gaul do for you?"