Correspondence

Hey, Shone.

Do you know a Margret? I found a letter in my bag addressed to Margret Reece. Envelope and all. It's sitting in the inside pocket next to my grandmothers necklace and the bracelets we made in prison that one time. The only time I ever go into that pocket is to feel nostalgic... or to hide something valuable.

Here's what I pieced together. Someone gave me a letter god knows how long ago and told me to do something with it. Whatever it was it was either for a lot of money or a life-or-death situation for me. You know my memory is damn near perfect. There's no way I just forgot about putting something in that pocket.

I'm heading to the address on the letter. It's in the Humanoid Coalition, so I'm not worried about much. But forgetting something like this? Can't wait to see what happens. I'm about there. I have a dead-mans switch on a follow up message, so you'll get an address if I get into trouble. I don't trust the people I'm travelling with to not take the chance to rob me blind. You know how it is.

Come find me if I die.

~Nyl