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Pristine Letter
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[This letter is written in a beautiful, elegant hand on the back of an advertisement for beer.]
Slight change of plans, Brinks. The Guild got wind of the job and Ninefingers sent her shit-lickers to take us down. Maggie took care of them, but the blood and noise drew a couple of Watchers. We're holed up in Old Garlow's place for now.
Plan is to make this place our base, wait for things to settle, then carry out the job.
The Guild thinks they're the only thieves and swindlers in town - but we're going to show them what happens when you get complacent.
Aideen - Leader of the Dead Eyes