[Scribbled in a fine hand, thrown at the watch house door tied to a rock from a great distance]

To whom it may concern, Please see to it that you are able to forward this letter to Joe Blogs. It is believed to be from his mother.

- Fleetfoot Carrier Services, You'll know if we've got a message for you. The rock will hit you in the back of the head, Serving the Dark for 500 years.

To my Dear Joeypoo

Joey, my boy, How could you do it! I know Ledskir had you do terrible things, But murder!? What will your Friends think! What will they do without you! What will happen to that dear wife of yours. You promised me Grandchildren! You had a responsibility to keep! We were just getting the spiders out of your new home, and now you left! Your brother is going to be horrified, bless his toothless soul.

Your Uncle sends his love, and knows you've got a good head on your shoulders and hopefully it will stay that way. Little Becki constantly asks when Joey will be home. When she will get to go back to your lovely office in upper, and chat with your dear archivist friend. The poor girl is so naive. The Plague did horrible things to her.

I seem to be rambling now, Mommy hopes they are treating you well in there, and they will know that you were forced to do what you did, so spare you the axe. There's more to Underdark than Sanctuary, though risky, you've always been resourceful.

Keep well, Snugglypoo, and with luck, they will let me see you one last time before the trial.

~Mumsykins.