A letter to Almaris.

[masodapeso 59]

[!] A missive would be scribbled with the handwriting of Inkursa, presumably one of fast writing.

 

“To the citizens of Almaris, I am a bandit of the group known as the Rustlers within Urguan. From now on, I will never bandit Oren anymore. In fact, I love Oren.

-From everyone's favourite rustler, The dark elf flower crown Rustler. <3”

[AnonymousAlexa 3890]

A certain Rustler Boss released a soft chuckle upon reading her associate’s “promise”. “We are ne bandits,” she softly affirmed to none but herself. “Simply mercenaries!”

[Viraj Dobrial 321]

A burned man would pick up one such missive, looking over it while breathing heavily, the mockery of a smile twisting across his bandages.

"I love Oran, I love Oran so much I am willing to give up everything I have for Oran.  The thing about Oran that I love so much is the people, the people on Oran are some of the greatest and most loyal military and tea-party-goers one could ever ask for."

[mika1278 3213]

The Silver Lubba brings a mug filled with a warm liquid up to his mouth as he looks over his crisp new blueprints for his new Lubba's Keep to operate from, Though soon someone knocks on his door before coming in and placing the missive on his desk. He nodded to the person before taking a quick glance over the rather short missive with confusion, however, it clicks and as soon as it does he moves his head away from the blueprints as he spurts out what drink he had in his mouth before commenting "Gold" and wiping some of the liquid from his uniform.

[VIROS 2915]

Josephine Augusta reads the missive, smirking Orenianly. “Rent free,” she thinks.