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| description = A letter written by Fortuno Dibbs requesting [[Open Hand Temple]] to re-open their soup kitchen. | | description = A letter written by Fortuno Dibbs requesting [[Open Hand Temple]] to re-open their soup kitchen. | ||
| quote = A letter from an (off-stage) refugee pleading for the Open Hand Temple's soup kitchen to be re-opened. This is her life line. | | quote = A letter from an (off-stage) refugee pleading for the Open Hand Temple's soup kitchen to be re-opened. This is her life line. | ||
| book | | book author = Fortuno Dibbs | ||
| book text = I implore you, Rector Yannis, Father Lorgan, to restore your temple's most wonderful soup kitchen to our encampment. My precious baby loved the aptly named 'Meat Slop' you last served, even if other ungrateful souls here turned up their noses. I can only sacrifice my own meagre rations in his name for so long. | | book text = I implore you, Rector Yannis, Father Lorgan, to restore your temple's most wonderful soup kitchen to our encampment. My precious baby loved the aptly named 'Meat Slop' you last served, even if other ungrateful souls here turned up their noses. I can only sacrifice my own meagre rations in his name for so long. | ||
Revision as of 13:45, 8 September 2024
A letter written by Fortuno Dibbs requesting Open Hand Temple to re-open their soup kitchen.
A letter from an (off-stage) refugee pleading for the Open Hand Temple's soup kitchen to be re-opened. This is her life line.
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Author: Fortuno Dibbs
Rarity: Common
Weight: .05 kg / 0.1 lb
Price: 14 gp
Where to find
- Open Hand Temple at X: -32 Y: -16
Text
I implore you, Rector Yannis, Father Lorgan, to restore your temple's most wonderful soup kitchen to our encampment. My precious baby loved the aptly named 'Meat Slop' you last served, even if other ungrateful souls here turned up their noses. I can only sacrifice my own meagre rations in his name for so long.
Yours faithfully, Fortuno Dibbs