A parcel has been left in the mailbox containing a letter written in a sophisticated hand. The words are lightly embellished and evenly spaced on embossed vellum. It smells faintly of flowers.

To whom it may concern,

We have not had the pleasure of meeting before, but we have managed to learn a great deal about you and your works. For you see, we often sail around Thanalan and happened to spot a regularly docked, even neglected, ship. Now, I’m sure you understand that docked ships are a common enough occurrence to cause this event to be overlooked. However, this was no ordinary ship.

No, this was the ship of one ‘Rashtan’, Captain Rashtan of the Grand Garlean Armada. A most reprehensible man, to be certain, but one we have been tracking down for quite some time. You must imagine our shock and delight to find evidence of his untimely demise! Such a powerful man must attract powerful enemies indeed.

In fact, when pressed, the locals were all too willing to give us descriptions and eye witness accounts of the absolute carnage that took place!

Now, I’m sure you will be pleased to learn that the ship in question and the entirety of its contents are safe in our custody. After all, it would be an absolute shame that if, in their reverential victory, the brave heroes left behind witnesses, evidence, and a trail back to The Goblet so wide, a blind aldgoat could follow it by the smell of blood alone!

Such a powerful man surely had even more powerful friends, friends with far greater resources than we have. Friends who would be sure to exact bloody vengeance on such fine paragons of morality who would dare to insult them.


We trust by now that we have your attention. We, in our benevolence and in an interest of a mutually beneficial relationship, would like to extend an olive branch, in hopes we may join our resources in removing this scourge and those like him. As such, we wish to arrange a meeting. A gathering of potential partners so that we may speak plain and plan our next move. Aleport will suffice.

Know this. If our olive branch is met with treachery, Duros himself will be pleased to find a care package delivered directly to him with a carefully written list of information, names, and locations. Imagine the joy on his face upon finding out his daughter is not only alive and well, but housed so close by. I’m sure he would love to pay a visit.

Sincerely,



P.S. Enclosed is a trinket belonging to one of your associates whom we last saw in Coerthas. Be sure to return it to her with our regards.

A pocketwatch belonging to Aoi is present.