My dearest Emily,

Conditions in the mine have gotten so, so bad. It has been 2 weeks since I have been able to see your beautiful face, and the kids. Tomorrow, we are locking Baron Herx up in the bottom of the dungeons. I may never see the surface again. I may never see you again, which is my biggest regret. If I don’t, I have left 3,000 gold coins in the bedside drawer, and 10,000 goldsworth of stolen goods from the mine. Move, Emily. Move far away from this wretched land. Buy a house in the Hangats, and never look back. There is nothing but death and destruction left in Hamlet. I love you Emily, never forget that.

Always yours, ~Reggie.

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