*a man dressed in black garb and a large kasa* covering most of his face walks in* Friends... fear not... I am not an enemy... I believe I have the skills necessary to be a successful long term scout... I simply need to transported there and given an ample supply of magic to send correspondance out of the foul city... a guaranteed transport back would be appreciated as well... My name? That, sirs, is unimportant... though you may call me Eskew, and that is what I shall sign all my correspondance back to you with... if I am granted transport in by one of the mages that lurk in this area... I will be watching and listening.
*throws a smoke bomb, and is completely gone when the smoke clears*