Entering the backroom of the Latigo tavern, you see the Johnson for this run, a Caucasian dwarf dressed in business casual, already sitting at the table. He seems pleased as Punch to see you.

"Good to see y'all. I was hoping y'all could help could help me out with a little problem I have. There's a package I need delivered from up north in the UCAS, but I'd rather not have the Star find out what's in it. Y'all think that you could help me out with this?"