*written neatly on the back of an old, wrinkled document, recycled from the Beacon and painstakingly straightened*
Master Gray,
This letter comes to you from the quill of Patty Threadbare. I hope you are well. Since we have last exchanged words, there has been a lifting of my spirit, and with it my hope for a better tomorrow. In memory of your aid two days ago, I write you now in hopes of asking a favour of you.
It is my intention to organize and unite the efforts of the healers and mendicants of the city, in order to provide more effective care to the sick and injured. As you well know, Master Gray, the working of medicine requires supplies often difficult to acquire. In consideration of this, I have hoped to ask for a discounted price on mass quantity purchase of medical supplies from your future Merchant Consortium.
In exchange for the steady and continued patronage of the Beacon, I ask for medical supplies to be provided to our stores on a regular basis. This will provide an oppourtunity for prolonged, continual care for lingering illnesses, in addition to preparedness in the event of emergencies. It is my intention to enlist the full-time aid of live-in medical staff in the Beacon, and we will be in dire need of supplies to support our efforts.
I trust in your desire to see this city healed, Master Gray, but I also do not intend to leave your merchant's heart without consideration. In addition to preferential business from all members of the Beacon, I would like to propose in payment for your healing supplies a percentage of the donations given to the Beacon. Though I will need to finalize such an agreement with the Caretaker, I think there would be no protest considering the provisions that could be made for a healthier Sanctuary. I consider this a fine way to ally both our organizations for a greater goal; the well-being of the people.
Please send your reply to the Beacon, if you would be so kind. I eagerly await your response.