Following a conversation in the common room in the Broken Dagger, a letter is delivered forthwith.
There is nowone I trust more to stop my brain from being a Jernoan thing,
and I trust that despite the nature of our conversasion that you enjoyed your ale. you see, i could not remain long because my guts could not handle it, it hurts to say such things about Mna. Olwak but I am also a creature of truth and while i may ofen-times be very foolish i cannot abide a betrayer, lier, fool-maker as she has shown herself to be,
I will be writing Msa. Wodermore Miller shortly to advise him of the matter as you and I know it to be, that perhaps Cherny may be saved from experiensing upset at her hands as I have,
Also, I implore you to please ask around regarding Elliot Brown, what we did not speak of but that is very essential to understanding this situation: he has taken an armor and now speaks with a very proper tongue, an admyrable change were it not for
ONE, a sum of money charitably offered to his family and heralded by a letter from Mna. Olwak (I have spokken to his family in person, they are pleasant, bigatted, and common and praclaim he has been gone with his LADY for many years), and they have now taken to liveing in the Fletcher manor which they so recently bought from under its owners because of this abundence of coin, and
TWO, his presence as Mna. Olwak's guard at the trial abomination, where upon sending of the Storyteller to GOLBIN I spit upon his face,
both of which may be attriboted to ONE a sum of money provided unreasonably for his loyalty or TWO perhaps manipulation by Mna. Olwak in a matter of the mind, you see
The second half of the letter was impatiently scribbled in her sloppy Standard on the back of the first page.
It has come down to Mna. Olwak taking liberties where she ougt not take them, and yet how should children be trusted to her well-being if we cannot trust her to go through propper channels for something as simple as the trial of a known murderer
I will accept your lodging in Darkenhold, for I have recently removed myself from the BROKEN DAGGER as I cannot reliably make money selling bags or seamwork, there is not a want for a seamstress in a town where people are made blind to bad stitches because of pretty fabric, also I cannot be thankful enough for your patience and lack of judgement reguarding my knife, and also i might like to have those ONE OR TWO lessons which we have prefiously discused,
I fear in speaking strongly against a governor's lady maybe I will one day need them,
Again please allow me to accompany you in confronting Mna. Olwak if and when you choose I will not be held up like her fool again and wish her to know I do not hide behind the swords of others, whatever dear friends their wielders may be to me,
sincerely yours,
Glour'eya Wynsee