The following is written in a sloppy, poorly composed script on what appears to be the pulp paper that is sold in the Mycopolis.
Winston,
I, Roshnak, shall tend to your children. I am a skilled huntsman and teacher, and your brood will be well protected in my care.
I can teach them to grow strong and fierce, and to defend themselves well against the predators in Upper.
To demonstrate my qualifications, I have included dinner for your pups.
ROSHNAK Included with the letter is a box containing half a dozen dead sewer rats. Most have been nibbled on a bit, and their blood stains the paper from time to time.