Fynn Seidel sat at the window, peering out through the old curtains. There was lots of movement in the street below. None of it seemed suspicious, but then, if anyone experienced was after him, they wouldn't.
He didn't know who would be coming after him, but he had no shortage of enemies now. Elend would be after him, and Zane would probably kill him if he found him. Even Cett might decide to close loose ends. He had only a few contacts left, and fewer allies.
A boy rounded the corner, and began to weave through the crowd, heading towards his house. Fynn's hand drifted to the crossbow on the table next to him as he watched. No one seemed to be watching the boy, so it might just be a message. He stood, and slowly made his way downstairs, crossbow in hand. One of his swords leaned unsheathed next to the door, and he grasped it, aiming it at where the boy would be. Just in case.
Footsteps on the other door, and then a rapid knock. "Message for the Red House, Canal Street! Anyone home?"
Fynn put the sword down, and cracked open the door. "What's the massage?"
The boy proffered forth a folded piece of paper, as well as an open empty hand. Fynn opened the door further, and dropped 3 boxings into one, amd grabbed the message. "Stay for a moment. I may need to send a reply."
"Of course sir."
Fynm closed the door and opened the paper.
Interesting. He did have more weapons then he could use at the moment, and less money then he needed. And Snip had proven trustworthy last time they had worked together.
He carefully wrote out an affirmative, and a list of possible time the man could come. Things were looking up indeed.