The letter is written expertly by a scribe, at the bottom of the letter written in crude capitals is the name: Hagen Raines. The scribe seems to have taken a few liberties with the letter. Normally I do not bother going to a scribe and doing this stuff, yet I was so impressed by the gusto of the councilors present at the arena that I took their request to heart. The fact that I had one of them step into the ring with me -- even if it was a rather one sided fight -- impressed me greatly and got me to thinking that maybe you people aren't all jerks and idiots trying to cramp my style. That, accompanied by a new found wealth from Rothe hunting, a dearth of excellent ladies at the Crone and a paucity of skilled fighters to bludgeon around the ring led me to the writing of this letter.

As I was accompanying a councilor (the councilor with tasteful sideburns) to an honorary and prestigious duel in the arena I was assaulted by a jabbering and incomprehensible Watch Private that demanded I take my weapon from my shoulder. As I really did not feel like listening to this green hatted thug and I had just been told a moment before that I was allowed to walk around with a weapon drawn by a councilor, I ignored the lout. Then I was shot five times in the chest. Getting shot is painful, as you can imagine and thus I walked over to the private and beat him to the ground with my axe. You would think this would be enough, but the private proceeded to get up, heal, and attacked me yet again! Having done no crime, and not really enjoying the prospect of ripping arrows from my chest, I beat him down once more - with the Councilors approval.

The excellently garbed councilor with the magnificent sideburns and I then fought our duel. You will know that the councilor acquitted himself just fine in the ring. After the duel, I was assaulted once more by a gnome, and this Watchman. I subdued the Watchman again and then the crowd cheered for me. I was a hero. Hagen Raines!

HAGEN RAINES