Took the job. The instructions were simple enough: find a goblin merchant named Gizzik down in southern Elwynn, relieve him of any interesting documents or correspondence, and get out clean.
Found him easily enough. Loud, greedy little bastard, camped near the road with a couple of hired thugs. I waited until dusk, when the guards were getting lazy and the goblin was busy counting his coins by the fire.
Slipped in close. Almost had the satchel when one of the thugs turned at the wrong moment. Had to improvise. Created a small distraction with a thrown rock and a loose horse, then lifted what I could while they were shouting at each other.
Got a handful of letters and a sealed message tube. Not perfect, but good enough. Took a grazing cut on my arm from a knife on the way out, but nothing serious. Could have been a lot worse.
Reading the letters by firelight later that night, most of it looked like regular shady trade deals. But a couple mentioned names and routes that felt… bigger. Like someone was moving information as much as goods.
I’ll hand them over tomorrow and see what my mysterious employer thinks. Part of me wonders if I should keep copies. The other part says that’s how people end up dead.
We’ll see.