The Fists have stepped up patrols around the docks, so don't get stupid. Do what you do and they'll never be the wiser. Delivery's the same.
Assuming the corpses are whole, payment will reach you as it always does. If you are foolish enough to deliver another headless batch, we will end this and make other arrangements.
We expect absolute discretion. Even if the Fists catch you, even if they torture you, you would be wise to go silent to your grave.
Death will not save you from us.
<The letter has no signature, but there is an intricate drawing of a black vine wrapping around itself at the bottom. The thorns drip with blood.>