The wrinkled parchment is blotted with an oily substance and burnt along one edge.
"Grim,
The South Seas are too rough to sail solo any longer (and those damned Kor'kron ships sunk my bloody schooner!). What do you say to hiring an experienced sword again? I'm sure the Mandate always needs another of those. And if not ... fel, I have a cargo of rum left to sell. Anyone buying?!
Sethinus Riftwind"
An oil stained letter
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