Frostin the Faire

I've heard from a few of yeh lookin fer dodgy materials o' various sorts. (Nigel Leary, I'm lookin at yeh, mate! and Salt Peters, too--not yer real name, that, eh, Salt? Smart lad! The rest o yeh know who yeh are, eh?)

An I'm finkin there's not a few o yeh wiv nasty rat infestations, innit, lookin fer Putrifaction Powder to mix wiv a bit o bait. Shame they took that off the market fer what it can do in the wrong hands.

But perk up, mates, Ol Wil's got somefin fer ever one o yeh! An it'll keep yeh just this side o the law, too. (Know that'll relieve yeh to hear it.)

So come on in ter the Frost Faire, yeh? An look fer me, pushin me cart. Ask what I've got in me pack, an I'll know yer one o my lads, won't I? Or say 'Nick Finney sent me' an I'll do fer yeh, quicker'n yeh can say 'Ta!'