"Knock-knock, White, it is your favorite hole in need of plugging. In a few nights Terastios' crib will be full up on every lord, lady, and lad of noble blood. I did not want you to think this was a bene darkmans to chase darby. Even a gudgeon would know the oak's lid has more lay than yellow tin. Terastios is flaunting his newest rum bagged flash, which means every prig napper and bus napper kenchin is going to be there too. So unless you want to be boned and ride a horse foaled by an acorn- stay away. It would take a lot more than a charm and your usual calle and moon cursor to get in surrounded by so many equipt. If they catch you, it will be more than a dropped glove. I know your figging law is on point and you're better than most cloyes, but just leave the booze alone- remember if you get caught then my mates find out I am the gallows bird, and we share a hemp necklace. - Tin Sleeve"