Sealed letter slipped under the Sewer Town door:

Children, one of your number was killed this night - a dwarven ascensionist. I have some of his gear, and all the books he carried. His identity was not revealed. If you wish, I shall leave to you his valuables. If none reply, his goods shall be distributed amongst his kin.

- B

A grimy, bloodied note is left in reply.

B,

Find me.

- T

Still have the things, the hell have you gone?

Need word.

- B