Alright I admit it… I’m impressed. Looks like you just might have what it takes after all. But where are my manners? The name’s… well, let’s just say you can call me Mercy. Bounty hunter of some renown—you may’ve even heard of me. See, I ain’t after gold. Don’t care much for riches, neither.  My reward… is eternal. And my quarry? Never been closer. So listen up. I want you to join me in this hunt. I’ve left somethin’ for you nearby. A good hunter should find it without much trouble. Let’s call it a contract of sorts. Add your name to the others… and don’t skip the fine print. Oh and when you get there, tell the barkeep Mercy Sent you… they’ll know what it means. I’ll be lookin’ for you, kid. - Mercy