Dear Abbott,
I write to ask you of the state of the two I left in your care not a fortnight ago; you told me then that it may be some time before we know if the souls have chosen to return, and I am eager for your answer, and good tidings.
Though I do not know either soul I have deposited into your care, I should wish that if I were ever found stricken in death that another generous man or woman would find me and grant me deliverance for such a fleeting sum of gold. For what is one life worth? A hundred stags? A thousand?
It pains me that so wealthy are the people of Sundren and so few are those delivered on your door, with fees paid in full for so precious a thing as a second chance at life. I shall endeavor to change this. But for now, I shall only pray that one of those I write of has shown some sign of life.
-- Abigail Frye
I write to ask you of the state of the two I left in your care not a fortnight ago; you told me then that it may be some time before we know if the souls have chosen to return, and I am eager for your answer, and good tidings.
Though I do not know either soul I have deposited into your care, I should wish that if I were ever found stricken in death that another generous man or woman would find me and grant me deliverance for such a fleeting sum of gold. For what is one life worth? A hundred stags? A thousand?
It pains me that so wealthy are the people of Sundren and so few are those delivered on your door, with fees paid in full for so precious a thing as a second chance at life. I shall endeavor to change this. But for now, I shall only pray that one of those I write of has shown some sign of life.
-- Abigail Frye
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