[A letter to Zaire]

[Tinker Tailor]

[A letter is tucked into an inconspicuous spot in the Tablet. Where one who knows where to look might find it.]


Dear Zaire,

Esteemed sir. We have made no less than five attempts to reach you about the sum you owe.

It is irrelevant that you have fled Baz'eel. Your departure to lands removed does not end our firm resolve in this.

Assure payment reaches us promptly at the address enclosed.

Best Regards,

A. Croft

Partner
Law Offices of Alabaster Croft
Plaza of the Sultan's Glories
Baz'eel

[Fraudster]

[The missive vanishes, and a reply is soon left in the same place.]

A. Croft,

My deepest apologies. A matter most pressing required my immediate and undivided attention, and allowed no delay. Though no man is a font of patience, I would ask it of you all the same. The dinari will come in due time.

Zaire
Armada Shipping Logistics

[Fraudster]

A. Croft,

By now the first payment should have reached you. With any luck, before long, the rest should reach you. Our company's runners are very good at what they do. Confirm receipt upon arrival.

Zaire
Armada Shipping Logistics

[Tinker Tailor]

[A letter arrives in an unsteady hand.]

Dear Zaire,

I have wanted to write and thank you for your help in recent days. It has been so tough to actually get my hands on flour (and eggs!) here beyond the walls. I've been trying to put my talents at writing to good use, but my hands haven't stopped shaking since the wastes. The memories are dire, but my days are better.

Please just let me know what I can do. There are many forms of baking that I've been working on!


Your friend,

Croft

[Fraudster]

[This letter soon vanishes from the Tablet.]

[Fraudster]

Dear Croft,

I wish I had better to report, but my own forays into the craft of cooking have been less than stellar. Poor storage is to blame, I think. The eggs have turned, the cheeses have rotted, and weevils infest the grain. A catastrophe by any measure. I suspect I will need more funds to make up for these losses.

Hope you are having better luck!

Yours,
Zaire

[Tinker Tailor]

Dear Zaire,

There are just so many troubles of late, with all of the ashstorms about. It chokes supplies and almost everything else.

It's such a pressing matter that it is hard to ignore.

I still hope for all the best.

Your friend,

Croft