Makabi,

I reckon you aren't reading this yourself, but I figured I ought right a letter anyway. We've got something what'll fix those eyes of yours, only it won't come cheep. We're bleeding folk and supplies quickfast, so a donation's in order.

Right me back soon, or come looking.

Harding

A sharp quill pen sloppily Harding,

I am willing to speak on the matter with you, to attempt to discern if the hand of the All-Seeing is involved and I am fated to be healed.

Tal Quin Makabi Sciant Disciple of Savras