To: Lord Moka | From: The Reavers | Subject: Your runners | Encrypted

[Altejago]

Sangria,

Thank you for your good wishes.
My New Years was typically drug
infused with a crap ton of females and
other things dancing naked stoned on cardi.
I am sure you can guess the kind of evening I
had. I do hope yours was casual and relaxing.

As for your question, there is only two things you
need to be concerned about: Yourself and your job.
If a certain smuggler is giving you grief, and you feel
like that some of our friends are just being a royal
pain in the ass, shoot them. If you can't, tell me
and I'll make it so you can. Anyone working
against the Reavers is working against the
Liberty Rogues. I am sure you've noticed
the influx of less than intelligent boyish
captains from Malta showing up and
gatecrashing the very living we try
to make. So my friend, kill them.

Let nothing stand in your way
to fulfil the jobs we offer you.

Be merry, and if you can't...
Kill the sod that stops you.

~Lord Moka~