Dear Ealdorman,
I was to write you upon reaching Belhaven. I’ve reached it. So I write you. I am safe, healthy. No one followed me. No one asked about anything. Why would they? That whole Ogzenfurt is in a land far, far away, up North. That’s what we planned, I’ll cool up here a while and be back some time before winter, things should have calmed down, then. What’s key is for folk in the village keep their mouths shut tight. They do that, how will anyone find out he even made it to Fox Hollow? He could’ve been killed by vandaguilders along the way, could he not? Just go tell Séverin to pour quicklime down that hole and drop in a torch, just in case. Quicklime, that’ll do the trick, turn both that smarty-trousers’ body and those old skeletons into molten sludge in a snap. For who the bumblazes knows when the next scholar will show? I hope you go back to selling those pots quick, because I left in a hurry, with a much lighter pouch than I’d like, and I don’t intend to leech off of my brother-in-law much longer.
Ives Winnoc
Value: 10 crowns Weight: 0.5