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Letter from Ettvard image

Letter from Ettvard is a miscellaneous note found in the Epilogue.

Description Icon.png

A plain, unadorned note.

Properties

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


Where to find

Within the Chest of Grateful Words in the Epilogue. Contingent on completing Stop the Presses.[Needs Verification]

Text

[A small extract from the self-published polemic tabloid. A note is attached at the top.]


I will NOT be SILENCED!- E



NEEDLING WITH ETTVARD

Friends, Baldurians, my people. COnsider our loss. Our lauded and benevolent patriars - maimed. Our great upper city libraries - demolished. The very beating heart of our great city - the right to speak freely - dead upon the cobbles. Do you not SEE, my friends - Lord Gortash, formerly our greatest bulwark against the Absolute, is now smeared as a collaborator? His allies and colleagues tossed aside! Former publications of repute turning to censorious farces! I ask you -


[The pamplhet continues in much the same fashion.]