My Dearest Toggle,
Greetings from the Speedbarge. Another gnome rogue here at the bar helped me write this. We met during a brawl, of all things. She is a little more experienced than me and invited me along on a job. There is not much time, for we have to go on a mission up north. I have a bad feeling about this, like the times I could sense when the troggs were coming. Remember? We always got the better of them – well, mostly. But the pay is good and I need the experience.
Fezwick, one of the owners of the barge, said he would see that my letter was mailed from Therador. He can be rather short-tempered and abrupt but I think it’s partly an act. He reminds me of your poor Uncle Throttlecatch, except that he has both his legs.
I love you and miss you. As always,
Letters left at a Stone #6
by Rusteah Sparksoot on Jul 04, 2014 at 09:42 AM}