[Filter: Cristofolo Sabreme]
I've got a shipment of goods coming through Southgate tonight, just after sundown. There's a splatter of white paint on the side of the wagon. The driver knows to look for you as a man. I told him you were a debtor and that I was smuggling you past the guards. The driver's a gambler and a drunk. He won't turn you in because he's hoping I'll help him one day, too. Hide in the back of the wagon and don't do anything until you hear my voice.
Understand?
Understand?