A Frying Pan, Spick and Span

A woman stood outside of an old boarded up hut, ranting something awful. Upon inquiry the woman explained she needed to be reunited with her Frying Pan, one that a man had off with. This pan was, as I came to understand, in the unattended hut. The Job itself was underwhelming, however in the hut laid a murdered man and the only evidence left behind were a few burnt papers and a curious Silver Monocle.

The hand of the note, paired with the Silver Monocle reminded me of a certain friend…

(…) and when you arrange to meet, you ****ing show up! I did, risking my life and the entire blasted operation, and ended up standing there with my ploughing **** in my hands, waiting for nothing. (…) I thought the Nilfgaardian army was better organized than that, but you [illegible]… Tell that blessed Lord General of yours that me and my companions don’t hold grudges, so we won’t break off negotiations. But since our old plan’s gone tits-up, this time we’ll choose the time and place for the next meeting (…)