To Korvash,
Your reputation for discretion precedes you, and so I write with an offer suited to your talents. There are certain delicate materials I require - items best acquired by those untroubled by laws or conscience.
Among them:
The marrow of the long-dead, unearthed from graves where the soil still whispers.
The hands of the condemned, severed at the moment of their final breath.
Ash from a pyre where an oathbreaker burned, untouched by holy rites.
Bring these to me in secrecy, and the Black Star will see you paid in coin and favor. Fail, and the roads you haunt will soon haunt you in return.
— Blacksoul S.