Mister Fireheart,

Congratulations on your new title. I do wish you the best of luck.

It would be horribly unfortunate if any trouble were to befall you, so soon after you've ascended as high as you have. Accidents such as the one that occurred just outside the Spellguard Tower are on the rise, and it would be horribly unfortunate if such things were to happen again.

Hire a neutral party to deliver 500 gold to Mur, for Captain Thorn, and I can assure you that no further harm will find you. This week, at least.

Should I not have either to gold, or word from you within 12 hours, I shall assume that you are being non-cooperative, and be forced to have your person beaten, and robbed once more. And we all remember how degrading that was.

I look forward to hearing from you.

-Captain Thorn

(The letter is signed in blood, the suspicion that it is his is eerily present)

May Waukeen curse you.

Fireheart.

Councilor,

Your insolence is noted. As a result, we have your loved ones held captive. I suggest paying handsomely for their safe return, or they may soon be enjoying life beyond the veil, so to speak.

Five Thousand a Fireheart head would be acceptable. We've two. That's Ten Thousand, if you cannot do the math, darling. You may send it with a neutral party, or come yourself, to Mur. Either one fits excellently.

You have 12 hours, before I start sending you back body parts.

P.S. I liked the touch of the blood you used. Can you guess which loved one's blood I used for this message?

-The Dread Captain Thorn

I suggest sending them back Celeste Macasta- or you might have to see what vengeance money can buy.

Fireheart.

Councilor Fireheart,

For your callous ways, and your refusal to part with your money for even the sake of your own relatives lives, you will pay.

I give you the last opportunity to pay in gold, rather than in blood. Do not consider this money for their lives, anymore. You've shown quite clearly that you do not value their lives at all, or at least not so much as you value your purse. This is an opportunity to pay for your own life. The pitiful thing which you meek out, this existence you believe matters.

Pay the ten thousand, or you will find yourself facing the wrath of the Goddess that you have so clearly misunderstood. Before then, however, you will understand the wrath of another, truer god. The Lord Hoar, as I deliver unto you the ultimate vengeance for your avarice.

You have 12 hours to pay the ten thousand, before you are slaughtered, so much similar to the last time you encountered my forces.

-The Dread Captain Thorn

Let the hunt begin then.

Fireheart.

I just re-read your letter and I must say...

My avarice? Are you a hypocrite Celeste? I am a Merchant, of course I am greedy, and have fewer inhibitions than the average man, but I must ask, who murdered whom? Whom kidnapped whom? Who did this in the name of coin and Power? Are you some daddy's little girl, trying to make Belo smile as you become the terror of Sanctuary?

How very sad, in fact, I retract what I said about Waukeen cursing you, you aren't even worthy of that. Your soul is a wretched thing, I doubt it would concern an imp.

Hoar is a god of Justice, not of blind vengeance, The justice that is to be done upon me when I die is that I will die alone, with no one to mourn me. I accept this, I know this, and I look to a brighter future with each tear that rolls down my face, knowing I condemned my family to death, when I write this letter Celeste, the sweet darling little girl Belo called you, how very sad.

Fireheart.