*Note placed next to the Mavenholm tavern*

[The Speaker]

A piece of parchment flutters down in front of Crazy's body. It reads:

Dearest Crazy-

Some would think us an evil band of assassins killing for pleasure. This is an uneducated misconception concocted by those who fail to understand our true motives.
Our reason for eXistence is two-fold; We wish to preserve the delicate balance of Kiwike by eliminating those who threaten to disrupt it. If a king becomes too powerful, we will see to it that he dies. If a war rages on for too long or for no reason, we will give them someone to fight against. Now, all this must be funded somehow; that is where the contracts come in. It would be very wise to fight with us rather than against us. You would be a valuable member of X.

Sincerely,
The Speaker

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As the figure who dropped the note begins to walk away, he turns around abruptly, goes to Crazy's body, and kneels down. He draws his knife and mutters, "This will save you...". He then slowly and masterfully carves an "X" on the back of Crazy's neck and presses something in the center. The figure waits on the rooftop of a nearby building. "Any minute now..." he says to himself...