I'm so happy you're alive! I always wondered what happened to you. A shame about your father. He was the smartest man I've ever known. Of course I'll keep you apprised of my progress with the map devices! We should definitely correspond about the strange effect Kalguuran runes have on portals. I'll send more in my next letter.
Oil-smudged Letter — Letter |
Tolis. Oskar. Naja. Thea. Sven.
I won't forget. And someday, I'll make sure those bastards remember.
Drunken Scrawl — Letter |
Rog's Fantastical Items... Rog's Apothecary Extraordinaire... Rog's Rare Amazements... Rog's Amazing Rarities... Rog and Gwennen's Extraordinary Emporium...?
Ideas List — Letter |
{Hark! What grace have I to live in the time of such a great beauty!} Yes...
{With crimson hair unlike any in Middengard}—no! No no no no no no no, too basic!
The hair... the hair is nothing compared to the sparkle in her eyes, the spring in her step, the toss of her hair like a... like a stallion in the spring fields! Ohh... alright.
Crumpled Note — Letter |
{Hark! What luck does this man have}—terrible! Hark? Hark!? Oh...
Crumpled Note — Letter |
{My dearest engineer, by the lamplight on your dirty face, by the stars}—D'oh, where are my words when it comes to this woman?! Ugh...
Crumpled Note — Letter |
I will not be your secret ear in Kingsmarch, nor would I aid those you call enemies. I will uphold the integrity of my profession over all other causes. Thank you for your inquiry, and good day.
Kindly, Raulf of the Meridian Free Traders
Cryptic Refusal — Letter |
I should start a journal... tomorrow.
Sonja's Journal — Letter |
It seems the recent Royal Order of Criminal Hanging was damaged by seawater on its long journey over the ocean. Unfortunately, the pages listing the individuals to be tried were, in my opinion, unreadable. I would be remiss in my duties if I were to hang the wrong man based on my own interpretation of salt-bled letters. As it takes many months to make the voyage—both there, for you to receive this reply, and back, for us to receive the proper text—the punishment in question will exceed the Charter statute of limitations. With regret, I am unable to enforce the Order as the situation currently stands.
My Deepest Apologies,
Johan, your Hand on Wraeclast
Legal Response — Letter |
Of course I'll make it to game night. I'm not avoiding Kingsmarch per se, it's just better for everybody if Johan doesn't see me. He might recognise me. The rest of you escaped when it all fell apart, but he saw my face. I gave him that scar. He's the one man in this world that would know me if he saw me—and then he could certainly guess who my surviving allies were. The King's paranoid suspicions have been bad enough, but a confirmation would bring doom down on us.
Dear Rog — Letter |
