[Sent to Norma, Blazon, Sugriam, Joridan, Davino, Rhunyorn, and Matterheims Furniture Outlet]

Valued Merchant,

No doubt by now you have heard of the merchant Firehearts accident. My deepest condolences go to the fat oaf in his time of need.

I write today, to tell you that such accidents are best avoided by my wonderful new insurance plan. You see, for only 500 coins a week, you may rest safely, knowing you too shall not be taken down like a deep pig before the slaughter, within eyesight of prominent Law Enforcement Bases. You see, we are swift and we are powerful. We may take our dues, long before the Do-Goods may reach us.

I assure you that such accidents await around every corner, and that the losses such catastrophes bring amount to far more than a mere 500 coins per week. Why, for what Mister Fireheart lost in revenue, he could have paid our fees for years.

You have three darks to send your enthusiastic acceptance of these terms, at which point you will be given further instructions on our wonderful new service package. Leave your approval at the Pissing Crone Inn, addressed to 'The Collector'.

Looking forward to future business,

The Dread Captain Thorn

The little entrepreneurial Matterheim fights with her flying furniture, trying to collect her dues, and then figures if the thief wants it, they can try to get it - because she certainly can't.

Brelm Blazon receives the note and begins to gently cry.

"Why me?! Why always me!"

The Merchant-Gnome Sugriam's expression swiftly changes from dubious resentment to calculation, as his careful eye finds the Underdark Teleportation Device amongst his wares.

He makes an appreciative sound in the back of his throat, and his be-ringed fingers find the corner of his moustache.

Perhaps you'd like some ice instead.

-Davino

The Rhunyorns chuckle after reading the letter, seen afterward openly joking with customers about 'novice thugs' and not having to fear anybody who communicates threats on paper.

Come to think of it, I've also some frozen Deep Pig. Would you prefer that, maybe?

-Davino

Joridan is seen nervously fidgeting with a hatchet, eyes darting around suspiciously.

[Letters are resent to each.] Valued Merchants,

Your lack of response is noted. I, being as generous as I am, present you with the following last words of persuasion.

Councilor Andrew Deepingdale was brutally beaten, within Upper Sanctuary's own Trade Center. This was done as an example, to all of you. We can strike anywhere, and we do not fear capture. We are beyond it. We do as we please. Do you, merchants, believe you are safer in your frail forms, within secluded shops, than this fully armored man in an area filled with people and guards?

I urge you to reconsider your silence, and leave word of your obedience for "The Collector" at the Pissing Crone. You will have only one day to respond, this time, and if you do not, you may expect visitors.

My friends within the Watch tell me that you alerted them to this threat last time. I advise against doing so this time. I have eyes everywhere, and they see quite clear. I will know if you tell them.

Ta ta,

The Dread Captain Thorn

After coating his coins in a highly flammable substance, Davino "hides" his savings in a 10ft-by-10ft block of ice, proudly displayed in his lobby. He replies,

"I hope you like ice. ~ Davino"

The Rhunyorns, crushed by the perceived failure of the government of their grandfather, ready the doorman with two weeks' worth of dues.

Brelm Brazon pens a desperate reply.

Please, just leave me alone. I'm tired of being robbed! Always, always being robbed!

I can't afford your price. I can give you one hundred gold and some clothes, but please just leave me alone!

Resent to everyone but Davino.

Valuable Merchants,

I am going very far out of my way to allow for your troubling inner arguments that you are inevitably undertaking. However, because of the lack of money being provided to myself, I was forced to have the powerful merchant you all know as Dakul seperated from his fortune. You may all apologize to him at your leisure.

However, you see, I am running out of examples to make for the lot of you who refuse to part with your paltry sums of money per week. Unfortunately, this means that you, *merchant recipient*, will be befalling trouble next.

I have lost patience. You will have your coin left for Captain Thorn at Mur, or you will suffer the consequences. You have twenty four hours, before the first attacks.

There will be no more letters, following this one. Only death.

-The Dread Captain Thorn

Seperate letter for Davino

You've been spoken for, by the people of Lower, many of whom I have less than a willingness to upset. Whatever you have done to gain their favor, I suggest keeping it up. Apologies for the disruptions upon your person.

Happy Selling.

-Captain Thorn