My son,

The family has fallen upon a great tragedy. As the construction of our new estate is finally complete, I fear something wretched I do not wish to express through the written word has transpired. Assemble a group of mercenaries you trust with your life, present yourself at the estate as soon as you are able, and I will elaborate on the details.

Your loving father,

Roland Donrick.

//PM me and we'll work a time out.

William recieves the letter, glancing over it with a dark frown upon his face. He tucks the letter into his breast pocket, and then pours himself a wine.

//Have been busy of late, will get a hold of you soon!

Dear father,

I will bring my chosen mercenaries to you as soon as possible.

Your loving son,

William

[addressed to the watch]

Sheriff Azzam,

I can't thank you enough for deploying two of your fine men to aid my family in its time of need. Send my thanks along to Sergeant Lothor, and Corporal Swift, they proved themselves to be useful allies and capable warriors.

Such kindness will not go unforgotten.

~ Roland Donrick.