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| quote = A plain, unadorned note. | | quote = A plain, unadorned note. | ||
| book | | book author = Orvil | ||
| book text = Dear Quil, do you remember me? We spent a sweet evening chatting to one another after you gave a heart-stopping performance at Nashkel Inn, when I was on patrol tour. | | book text = Dear Quil, do you remember me? We spent a sweet evening chatting to one another after you gave a heart-stopping performance at Nashkel Inn, when I was on patrol tour. | ||
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[The letter is clearly unfinished, the Fist intending to write more before sending it.] | [The letter is clearly unfinished, the Fist intending to write more before sending it.] | ||
| uid = BOOK_S_LOW_MurderTribunal_Prison_FistLetter | |||
| uuid = 9613a34f-98be-47af-a963-bb5b27868c31 | |||
| type = Notes | | type = Notes | ||
| notes = | | notes = This note is one of the few references to [[Quil]] outside of playing as the [[Dark Urge]] origin. | ||
| weight kg = 0.1 | | weight kg = 0.1 | ||
| weight lb = 0.1 | | weight lb = 0.1 | ||
| price = 14 | | price = 14 | ||
| rarity = common | |||
| usage cost = | | usage cost = | ||
| effect = | | effect = | ||
Revision as of 23:30, 9 September 2024
A plain, unadorned note.
Properties
Notes
Author: Orvil
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.1 kg / 0.2 lb
Price: 14 gp 
UID
BOOK_S_LOW_MurderTribunal_Prison_FistLetterUUID
9613a34f-98be-47af-a963-bb5b27868c31
Where to find
- Can be looted from Fist Orvil in the prisons of the Bhaalist Crypt and Murder Tribunal. X: -1244 Y: 548
Text
Dear Quil, do you remember me? We spent a sweet evening chatting to one another after you gave a heart-stopping performance at Nashkel Inn, when I was on patrol tour.
I heard you were headed to Baldur's Gate to get your songbook published, and I've pre-ordered my copy. If you'd forgive a humble Fist's boldness, I send you in writing what I wasn't bold enough to say on that night: each one of your scales is a gem, your etes shine brifhter than your throat-fire. Images of you have beset me since we met.
You must have many suitors, as a scholar of love-ballads, but perhaps when you get to the Gate, you'd meet me one starry night in the Blushing Mermaid?
[The letter is clearly unfinished, the Fist intending to write more before sending it.]