[The words seem to be erratic as if the writer were scribbling them down in a hurry. If asked, the proprietor of the Last Stand will not be able to identify who left the letter, only that it was sitting on the bar when he turned around. ((OOC: It was delivered using stealth.))]
Sten,
I've seen you around town. Nice axe. You seem like a competent Watchman who can get things done, so I'm just throwing this letter to you to inform you of what I've learned. Hey, I'm not even looking for a reward! (Aren't I nice?)
Yeah, so here's what went down. That loudmouth candidate Salman Faraday - I'm sure you know the one - well I thought it'd be fun to follow him around a bit. You know, I like doing things like that, keeping an eye on folks. Watching what they're up too. Listening to who they talk too. Hey, don't point fingers - it's a habit!
So yeah... my ear started to itch a bit, so I followed him around. Turns out he's hatching a plan. I listened in on him chatting it up with some human woman - nice rack, black hair, don't know her name but she seemed to be a spellchucker as well - so yeah... he's chatting it up with her and they're plotting to destroy them Spellguard Orbs. Not themselves, they're planning on paying someone else to do it. Ha!
So yeah... I thought I'd let you know. Not too keen on getting involved with Watch things, but I dislike them uppity bastards like Faraday more than I hate bastards like yourself. No offense, of course.
Just keep an eye on him, eh? And if something goes wrong with those orb things you know who is behind it.
Ike the Rat