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| description = A Fist's letter to their mother complaining about insomnia and Steel Watchers.
| description = A Fist's letter to their mother complaining about insomnia and Steel Watchers.
| quote = This letter, penned on official [[Flaming Fist]] parchment, is set for the next barracks correspondence dispatch.
| quote = This letter, penned on official [[Flaming Fist]] parchment, is set for the next barracks correspondence dispatch.
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P.S. If you got any of that sleep-tea kicking about, could you send some over? It'd be lush to get some proper rest.
P.S. If you got any of that sleep-tea kicking about, could you send some over? It'd be lush to get some proper rest.
| where to find = [[Wyrm's Rock Fortress|Wyrm's Rock Fortress']] barracks {{coords|-13|232}}
| where to find = In [[Wyrm's Rock Fortress|Wyrm's Rock Fortress']] barracks at {{coords|-13|232}}
| type = Books
| type = Books
| rarity = common
| rarity = common

Latest revision as of 02:10, 21 December 2024

Home Post Dispatch: Fist Krill image

A Fist's letter to their mother complaining about insomnia and Steel Watchers.

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This letter, penned on official Flaming Fist parchment, is set for the next barracks correspondence dispatch.

Properties

  • Books
  • Author: Krill
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.05 kg / 0.1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp


Where to find

In Wyrm's Rock Fortress' barracks at X: -13 Y: 232

Text

Mam,


Been sleeping worse since my last letter. These bleeding headaches wrack me from set 'til rise - worse 'n worse each time. It don't help neither that work's a write off - in which of the nine hells do they imagine us menfolk being any use with these big metal bastards blundering about? They don't even do the job better all the time, just louder. One of them picked up a bloke yesterday - weren't Guild or Zhent as far as I could see, just a regular bloke - and just pissed off! Wouldn't say where it was going, and I'll be thrice-damned before I get in the way of one of those.


Sorry to be all dooming and glooming. The grub's got better, if you want a silver lining.

Love you mam,

Krill


P.S. If you got any of that sleep-tea kicking about, could you send some over? It'd be lush to get some proper rest.