A parchment: the handwriting is sloppy, as if the writer was so inattentive as to not even glimpse at the page as he scrawled.
Ser Crofte, Sgt.,
I will not meet you in person for reasons we discussed over the 'shell last sun. I will not meet you while he has her.
As for "my man in Limsa," ask around that city for a streetrunning Keeper by name of Kink. Alias. You'll know her by the bend in her tail and the shite falling off her tongue. Disagreeable, that one, but if you need to pass on word or warning, she's the one to contact.
Burn this letter after reading.
Regretfully,
Chief Flame Sergeant Melkire
Ser Crofte, Sgt.,
I will not meet you in person for reasons we discussed over the 'shell last sun. I will not meet you while he has her.
As for "my man in Limsa," ask around that city for a streetrunning Keeper by name of Kink. Alias. You'll know her by the bend in her tail and the shite falling off her tongue. Disagreeable, that one, but if you need to pass on word or warning, she's the one to contact.
Burn this letter after reading.
Regretfully,
Chief Flame Sergeant Melkire