Boss,
An interesting opportunity arose last night, shortly before my meeting with Vaughn. I was entering the Swaggers, disguised as some yokel named Will, when I found our old friend Rebecca sitting in the Goblin. She looked dazed and confused, suffering from some head injury. She didn't recognise my name and seemed barely conscious. I did what any man of wit in such a situation would do; I wrote up a contract which transferred ownership of the Swaggers from Rebecca to myself. It took a bit of coaxing, but eventually she signed.
Here is where I encountered a small problem. Not being greatly literate, she made her mark, an X, as is the custom amongst the illiterate. It is a valid signature, however
I we may encounter some difficulty when pressing our claim on the Swaggers. Nevertheless, I still have the contract, it may prove of some small use in the future. At the very least, it gives us all the excuse we need should we need to fight the Trading Company in the future.
Mask