You nod; the silver bars, several hundred gold coins, and an exceptionally valuable sheet of parchment were all that was here, and you're taking them all. "Yes, although I'm glad I caught you. Sarai, what can you tell me about Bryden's connections to organized crime?"
She stares at you a long moment, then starts laughing. "Not much for the subtle stuff, are you? That's the kind of thing that people get knifed for asking... quietly, of course. But I suppose I might as well fill you in. Bryden's got Mickey, one of the bosses, pretty much in his pocket. He'd never admit it, though. Would claim that there's too much risk in criminal enterprise to make it worth the investment." She rolls her eyes. "Don't believe him. Crime does pay, and like nothing else. You should know, eh?" She flicks a hand at your bag. "Anyway, I'm with Blue Yesh, personally. Nice lady, if you don't mind the gills. And I don't. Very practical sorts, us. And unless you live exceptionally close, you'd best get moving before the dawn, girl."
You start; she's right. You thank her and walk quickly for your new home, reaching it mere minutes before the rays of dawn clear the horizon.
The sun sets. You have big plans for the night. What first?