Njall,
We hid the treasure, and hid it good - no one's gonna find it, not in a million years. Writing exactly where and how would be plain foolish. So let's just say it's high time you return to our old puffin hunting grounds.
Soon as you join us, we sail to the Continent. We gotta to hurry. They say Jorre swore to the gods he wouldn't rest till he's found us, flayed us and took back his treasure. Hypocrite bastard. He could have split it evenly, like we first agreed. But no. He wanted to cheat us. And then got what was coming to him. Fucking weasel.
-Vrogg
P.S. When you get there, keep your sword at the ready. Those are dangerous waters.
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