[A crumpled letter sent to Vilia.]

[HeWhoSeeks]

It has been a while since we last spoke.

My condition has taken a turn for the worst - that thing we spoke of, and was showcased.. I require one if you come across it. If the fatespinners, and their adorable little rodent Nadiri wish to see this through - I will show them that they could not even divine me taking a shit in the morning.

Incase it is intercepted, I am loathe to sign. Instead, a part of the phrase we agreed on. Iron gut.