Seekers,

Those of your number who are in possession of the belongings of former mercenary Sange, are asked to deliver them immediately to her.

Know that speed in this matter is crucial, as our patience is not limitless.

Have a beautiful eve

Elizabeth Ravenlock, Countess of Beauty, Montezzi Court

Received.

Montezzi,

We are quite surprised to hear that Sange is a friend of yours. Rest assured, your request will be accomodated as time will allow.

Sorry to hear about Semaj.

Have a nice day, Seeker Caluadra

Woman,

Your demands hold little weight. After you see a woman screaming and crying for her life, as she flees a scene, covered in her own entrails, you lose all sense of respect.

Your little pet paid Shaundakul's price for being a brigand, mayhaps it'll be a push to making her rethink her actions, and change herself for the better, or perhaps it will lead her to her death, as she attempts to reclaim what is lost, by force.

May your evening be filled with limitless horrors,

- Alexander Ershar

Countess,

We have not had the dubious pleasure of meeting face to face, but rest assured that I'm certain I shall make your acquaintance in the coming weeks. I have seen quite a few notices that portray a certain reticence on the part of your house to engage in full-scale war with the assuredly superior forces of Sanctuary. Allow me to assure you, I can empathize with your fear! Though the Watch has a tendency to overreact to threats, they are nonetheless a potent fighting force with scores more men than your Prince has at his command. I won't even get into the horrors the odious wizards at the beck and call of Commander Simms can let loose, though your beauty would be spared none of the ravaging spells the Agents, most of whom have gone years without laying eyes on what passes for a woman of Lower Sanctuary, would gleefully unleash on you.

We are at peace, for now. The terms of our harmony would be violated most brutishly if the thugs in your employment were to, say, ambush a Seeker working at the behest of the Council. Is your Prince truly willing to cast aside any hope of lasting peace to secure a few trinkets that were taken from a thuggish woman who thought to rob us?

I am not only a chivalrous Sembian gentlemen, but also a man of taste, and if you are in fact quite beautiful (and not a putrid hag hiding behind a title that suggests a pleasing visage and intriguing form), I would consider meeting with you for a pleasant meal in the near future to discuss the state of things in the Prince's domain and other intriguing aspects of the current state of things.

Lathander's Blessing,

-- A. Orsini

[A copy of the original letter is sent to the Watch]

Ravenlock,

You must forgive me for eschewing acknowledgment of your dubious claim to nobility. With your master and protector dead, I am faced with a modest amount of reticence when considering showing you the modicum of respect that a courtly title holds.

What a strange state of affairs this last day has brought! Your lapdogs ambushed a pair of Seekers and a small handful of their sympathizers and were summarily put to the sword. I warned Sange that she would have but one chance to seek redemption through prayer and meditation on the infinite glories of the Morninglord (an extension of mercy that was, perhaps, excessive and ill-considered), but the curious woman persisted in attacking us. She was also warned that my compatriots and I are quite proactive when threatened by the likes of the late Prince's truculent thugs, but still she persisted. And now Sange the Bold, as well as an orblood and a goblin arcanst are dead.

But during the pitched battle, one of your cowardly followers managed to make off with Seeker Mourn's body. If it is still in tact, I urge you to consider a trade - Sange's corpse for my elven brother's. Should Seeker Mourn's body be put to the flame, devoured by Chosen, or otherwise ruined in a way that is no fault of your own, I doubt you would have more than a week with which to appreciate your superficial beauty and ill-begotten lucre. My brethren and I know the wilds and the streets of Lower Sanctuary better, I would be prepared to wager, than you or your fellow thugs. Now that your corrupt leviathan, your bloody-handed lord protector is dead, you have no aegis behind which to cower.

Consider my offer carefully. You have three days.

-- A. Orsini

Honoured idiot,

I have no knowledge of something of the like ever happening. You would do better in contacting someone who is currently -not- an artist and singer with peaceful intents.

Also, feel free to try, Seeker, and we shall see who's face is the most deformed.

Have a beautiful eve,

Elizabeth

*A sketch of a raven in flight is at the bottom of the page*