A Letter Addressed to the Baroness Bings of Trolanport
Dear Baroness,
This letter marks the first of many, as I shall be sending you regular reports on my progress as I explore the lands of Breland in search of gold, powerful artifacts, and anything else shiny and valuable. I suppose my first priority would be to apologize for not informing you of my departure, but I knew you would try to prevent me from leaving, and I do so hate “goodbye”s.
I assure you I am well, and I have already found a worthy endeavor in which I may invest my time and skill. The reward will be great when I have completed my task, and you shall hear of it as quickly as my letters will travel. Unfortunately I have not gained much reward to this point, but I have managed to earn twenty-five gold guarding a caravan from many foul and stupid beasts of the wild.
The gold may not be much, but surely it will afford an extension to keep that foul Drek off of our land for a few more weeks.
The people I travel with are so strange, but interesting. Our employer has a talent for making people want her dead, which is fortunate because it makes helping her all the more worthy of reward. We have also come into the possession of a strange magic artifact of an indiscernible nature. I have schemed many times to steal it as the others sleep, but I am afraid it is impossible. There is another who is talented in such arts, and he obviously has his eyes on it as well.
The worst part is he is one of those elves you told me about. I had to learn the hard way that he doesn’t sleep as you or I do, but instead meditates overnight. Worried that he might find some of my gear useful, I have taken to using my pack as a pillow, as well as securing a bell to the flap so that it cannot be opened without alerting me.
I am afraid dawn is approaching, and we must rise with the sun to continue our trek. I will write to you more about my adventures and the strange ones I travel with. Count on receiving more gold as well, for I am determined to return our family to it’s long-lost glory.
Be well, and give Uncle Bil my regards.
Your loving son,
The Knight of Useful Things
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