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[Another note is sent, this one absolutely doused in sickeningly sweet perfume. The smell wafting off of it is cloying to the point of revulsion.]

You've been talking to Vico behind my back about me.

I'm trying to be a good girl now, but you're making it very hard for me.

Get it done, yesterday.

- Sand Mouse

[Not soon after, another note finds it way to the surface above.]

Get it done before the next Assembly. I want my name stricken from the list of exiles. What would people think if they knew what you and I talked about in the Creep that day?

- Sand Mouse

[A letter is left at Hasheema's Hope with a small amount of dinar attached for safe delivery to the Legate's office.]

You know how the game's played. There's not a single dinar in Ephia's Well that can truly get the dirt rinsed off in the Mother's waters.

Lift my exile. Do it and I'll void me coming after you.

Throw in a pardon and get the janissaries off my back and I might even come work for you.

Just don't try to trick me. I'll know.

- Sand Mouse

[A small scrip of parchment, barely legible, finds itself delivered to the fortress of the Banda Rossa.]

I'm interested. Does the offer for exiles still stand?

Don't try to trick me.

- Sand Mouse