Dear Agent Westerling:

I have begun work on a grand dissertion, and I would absolutely love it if you could find time in your no doubt busy schedule to assist me in completing my masterpiece! If you would do me this honour, write me at the Last Stand.

Regards, Antony Woolworth.

Dear Agent Westerling:

You must not ignore my humble request! I beg of you to find the time to meet with me in the Last Stand and answer my questions. They are not many!

Antony Woolworth.

Mister Woolworth,

I would be happy to meet with you.

~Agent Arianna G Westerling~

You made a mistake, just like I did. I advise you find a different path before you end up in moral ambiguity; escaping it is an overgrown track. What you're trying to do can't be done right now, there is no room left for your kind.

Consider if Melinda would condone fraternizing with the dread illithid or animating people for such petty goals the Spellguard is currently pursuing.

Sunellar can tell you little, but will answer as many questions about me as he can. If anything, killing me is a lot easier if you know how to find me, and I'd rather give you a few points towards promotion than that sod Best.

-Malarkey.

PS: You seem like a clever girl. I'm sure you can figure out by yourself how much of this you want to report to your dress-wearing friends. Not that I would hold loyalty, however blind, against you.