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Kerick,Recently I have been toan island known to the realm as Buccaneer's Den. My quest was torescue and return a kidnapped citizen of Skara Brae, a task that suffered a sad lack of challenge. Thebrigands who absconded with the maiden returned forthwith to their hideout, and as it was the first place Ilooked, the adventure was over inside of two weeks. I tell you, Kerick, if I had known so much of my timewould have been spent in sailing, I should have considered buying a ship and simply renting my steed. Buccaneer's Den is a miserable, filthy collection of hovels and shacks. It is peopled bythe erratic comings and goings of pirates - as far as I can tell, only the malevolentblacksmith is a permanent resident. The island remains wild and untouched, for people ofthis ilk are not inclined to put plowshare to soil ... but even granting that the wilderness issplendid, I would gladly see the entire place, from shore to shore, sink beneath thewaves. It is a wonder that the deceit, debauchery and immorality do not rise from theisland in a dark plume, and call down the wrath of all good men upon it. It will come as no surprise to you that there are ties to that gaudier cesspool, Nujel'm. Ithink that the rulers of the pleasure city see the pirates' stolen gold as an incomeopportunity - a despicable thing to any right-thinking citizen, to be sure. I can only hopethat someday I am called to expose the alliance and cleanse the realm of this stink. As it was, the craven buccaneers slunk away as I arrived, and I had no opportunity toengage any in righteous combat. They vanished into trapdoors even as I entered theirstinking dwellings, and having recovered my quarry, I did not try to pursue herkidnappers down into the seemingly endless tunnel through which they fled. I returnedthe victim to her family, and wrote a letter offering my services to Lord British should heever wish the thieves captured and the town burned. Perhaps even such measures wouldbe without effect, however, since evil ever springs up without seed or sun, and in eventhe rockiest of soil. Your friend, Garreth |
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