Dead Drop Note: Cave Fisher

Scrap of canvas parchment, smeared with dried blue paint and tucked into a narrow crack in the Cave Fisher dead drop. Written in a mix of thin ink and scratched charcoal:

D —

V says to bring the three new ones to us at the CFC before dusk on St. Calpurnia's Day. We will get them outfitted and set up. Make sure they know not to bring any of the bad habits your dipshits from Gulcrest had because we're going to do real initiations this time. V says she’s tired of M pretending he doesn’t care while still poaching from her nest; you don't work for him any more, you work for V, or you don't work at all. But I'm not as grumpy as all that, so we can talk...

Plus I know Paul works harder when he thinks he has a shot at getting under my apron. Hells, maybe he does have a shot if I'm feeling really generous. Hopefully the new recruits are nice to look at, at least, not like those backalley nubs from last time.

And be aware, Earl Bonkers changed the password again. So now instead of the word for what tells you things even though its face has no eyes or mouth,
(you know the one we used to use),
you now have to include the answer to this one in the sentence when you ask to come in:

‘What has roots nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes — yet it never grows?’

And if you get it right, then A or D or whoever answers will say 'Climb' instead of 'Noontide' when they answer. If you're having trouble figuring it out, ask a dwarf or a toddler.

Don’t screw it up. A is still pissed about last time, so be cool around him. Say you're sorry at least. We can’t afford to lose any more useful pieces.

—Y