The Defenestrated Kolbold

Mr Noyes had travelled long and far for his meeting. The coach to Tradgardstadt had been filled with an odour he  prefered not to try and ascertain. A mix of fell beast and papist smoke perchance?
The rather odd leather case in his hand felt heavy with parchment,ink,sand and quills not to mention the outsized egg. At last he turned the corner into a narrow passage even grimmer than the previous one. The sign above the door said "The Defenestrated Kobold"accompanied with a rather dreary painting of such an event. He turned the handle ,breathed in the coffee smell and looked around for his contact...