An unexpected visitor
Aloisius Treadwell arrived in a sweaty, wheezy huff last night, making one simple demand: that he be given a room for the night so that he could take up a matter with either Lt. Kilborn or Captain Daniels in the morning. What sort of matter? When prodded, he ended up giving a lovely description of the fellow (Vortyic) who had pulled a blade at his neck when Treadwell refused to enforce a wager concerning Victory being "coupled" with the man.
So, much to the chagrin of the guards, Treadwell spent the night on a spare bunk in the barracks, feeling a little safer with the Order of Straka around him. In the morning, he woke with throbbing back and then penned the following note and a copy of it to be given to the two men mentioned above.
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To Capt. Daniels and Lt. Kilborn
Sirs,
I must request immediate assistance with a fellow who tried to kill me last night. I understand the Order's policy on not loaning out guards to any Myrken Wood officials from the Order's own company; however, I also understand that it is the Order's responsibility to help see to the safety of the town's elected officials. In short, I refused to grant the request of this man, which involved "coupling" him with a streetfighter named Victory as payment for his recent win at one of their bouts, and he ended up putting a blade--made from his hand, mind you--to my neck for the trouble. Do see to this.
Councilor Treadwell
(A description of Vortyic follows the close of the letter; if I honestly knew what he looked like, myself, I'd type it out.
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So, much to the chagrin of the guards, Treadwell spent the night on a spare bunk in the barracks, feeling a little safer with the Order of Straka around him. In the morning, he woke with throbbing back and then penned the following note and a copy of it to be given to the two men mentioned above.
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To Capt. Daniels and Lt. Kilborn
Sirs,
I must request immediate assistance with a fellow who tried to kill me last night. I understand the Order's policy on not loaning out guards to any Myrken Wood officials from the Order's own company; however, I also understand that it is the Order's responsibility to help see to the safety of the town's elected officials. In short, I refused to grant the request of this man, which involved "coupling" him with a streetfighter named Victory as payment for his recent win at one of their bouts, and he ended up putting a blade--made from his hand, mind you--to my neck for the trouble. Do see to this.
Councilor Treadwell
(A description of Vortyic follows the close of the letter; if I honestly knew what he looked like, myself, I'd type it out.
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