"Hey there, ya got some good information fo' me?" Argo greets you in her usual cheery tone as she leans against the corner of a building, her face shrouded by her cloak as she stands in the shadow of the alleyway you asked her to meet you in. The faint sound of other players passing by echoes from the main street just around the corner, but here in the darkness, it's just you and the mysterious information broker.

She tilts her head slightly, the motion barely visible beneath her hood. "C'mon, don't keep me waitin'. I've got other clients lined up, but I made time for ya special. What've you got to trade - or are you here to buy?" Her gloved hand taps impatiently against the leather-bound notebook she always carries, the one that supposedly contains all her valuable secrets.