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| controller icon = Book Note O Unfaded.png | | controller icon = Book Note O Unfaded.png | ||
| icon = Book Note O Item Icon.png | | icon = Book Note O Item Icon.png | ||
| description = '''Letter from 'M'''' is addressed to [[Ethel]]. | | description = '''Letter from 'M'''' is addressed to [[Auntie Ethel]]. | ||
| quote = This letter begins in an elegant hand but soon descends into a furious scrawl. | | quote = This letter begins in an elegant hand but soon descends into a furious scrawl. | ||
| book | | book author = M. | ||
| book text = [The letter begins in an elegant cursive but ends in a harsh sloping scrawl.] | | book text = [The letter begins in an elegant cursive but ends in a harsh sloping scrawl.] | ||
Ethel, | Ethel, | ||
Forces are at work in Baldur's Gate. The mewling wretches are trying to edge me out of my own territory. I've killed at least four of their agents. None have talked. Not yet, at least. | Forces are at work in Baldur's Gate. The mewling wretches are trying to edge me out of my own territory. I've killed at least four of their agents. None have talked. Not yet, at least. | ||
I doubt you hear anything beyond the bleating of your ridiculous sheep, but if you catch even a whisper, send word. Immediately. | I doubt you hear anything beyond the bleating of your ridiculous sheep, but if you catch even a whisper, send word. Immediately. | ||
M | M | ||
Latest revision as of 20:32, 5 September 2024
Letter from 'M' is addressed to Auntie Ethel.
This letter begins in an elegant hand but soon descends into a furious scrawl.
Properties
Notes
Author: M.
Rarity: Common
Weight: .05 kg / 0.1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
UID
S_HAG_LetterToEthel_000UUID
e5797be8-f26a-4cf2-9ba0-883fde5298a3
Where to find
- On a table in Sunlit Wetlands X: -48 Y: 245
Text
[The letter begins in an elegant cursive but ends in a harsh sloping scrawl.]
Ethel,
Forces are at work in Baldur's Gate. The mewling wretches are trying to edge me out of my own territory. I've killed at least four of their agents. None have talked. Not yet, at least.
I doubt you hear anything beyond the bleating of your ridiculous sheep, but if you catch even a whisper, send word. Immediately.
M