an inky blackness swirls in tighter and tighter circles until it solidifies into the cloaked being now known as Razor. He reaches out to the cork board to tear down a certain missing note along with tugging down the ransom as well. Bored as always he scans the notices, one reading his name catches his eye and he pauses long enough to read it. Thoughtfully and ever so carefully he pulls out an entricately designed dagger, thin and long and very sharp. He draws the tip along his finger to draw blood before inking in a reply.
now the question might be, where? Or maybe when... I am willing to meet you
The reply is written in neat long hand at the bottom of the note already there.
