*the spelling is attrocious, but legible common* Fat watchman in upper Bazar says to write ya, so I am. Found a hous full ahh dead kids in yer cenel ward, na far from that shippin office place. Ahh found a door open, and pokes me head in, there be dead kids all over the inside. Man in armor, pokes at me, says "who I be!?" Then three more of em come down from tha stairs up. The leader, seems like, at least she spokes the most, says "leave now, this is Steel Steed house now!"
Four ah them, one ah me. Was gonna trounce 'em, but remembers you lot run that district na.. So I left, but tells yer man, who says ta write this note to ya.
-Darragh (I sleep where ale flows, so ya can leave word fer me at any of tha Inns and wha not..)