The party took this letter from the chambers of Lady Margritte von Wittgenstein in Castle Wittgenstein. It was apparently sent by her brother, Gotthard.

Letter

MY DEAREST SISTER,
I’VE GOT SO MUCH TO TELL YOU. I REALLY DON’T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN! YOU JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE MISSING, STUCK IN THAT OLD CASTLE; I MEAN, I ENJOY MUTILATING PEASANTS AS MUCH AS THE NEXT MAN, BUT AFTER A FEW MONTHS THE FEELING OF DEJA-VU IS JUST TOO TEDIOUS FOR WORDS!
LIFE IN MIDDENHEIM, ON THE OTHER HAND (OR SHOULD ONE SAY ‘CLAW’?) IS JUST WONDERFUL; I’VE LOST COUNT OF THE NUMBER OF ORGIES I’VE BEEN TO THIS WEEK – ONE HAS BEEN POSITIVELY SWEPT OFF ONES FEET. AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS OF LIVING LIKE A RECLUSE – HIDING ONES LIGHT UNDER A BUSHEL, SO TO SPEAK – ITS SUCH A RELIEF TOO LET EVERYTHING HANG OUT. YOU’VE NO IDEA OF THE SORT OF CONTACTS I’VE MADE (IN EVERY SENSE OF THE EXPRESSION), SLAANESH BE PRAISED, BUT THERE ARE SO MANY IMPORTANT AND INFLUENTIAL PEOPLE FLOCKING TO THE CAUSE. AND YOU’LL NEVER GUESS, BUT YOUR BABY BROTHER HAS MADE QUITE AN IMPRESSION ON THE INNER-CIRCLE HERE, AND I’VE ALREADY BEEN PUT IN CHARGE OF ORGANIZING SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR NEXT YEAR’S HEXENSTAG CELEBRATIONS. I’LL WRITE AND TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT, NEARER THE TIME. PERHAPS I CAN EVEN PERSUADE YOU TO MAKE THE JOURNEY TO SEE IT FOR YOURSELF.
WELL, MUST DASH NOW – I’VE GOT TO GET MADE-UP FOR TONIGHT’S BASH – MUST LOOK MY BEST FOR THE GUEST OF HONOUR…
YOUR LOVING BROTHER
GOTTHARD