- Markshire PCs:
She eyes the gate guards for a moment, then stoops and stuffs a leather pouch full of almonds into the orange bag that’s attached to the pole at the bottom of the slope by the west gate. She’s tied a tobacco stained piece of parchment ’round the pouch and she’s scribbled a message on it. It reads:
Hope you likes the nuts. They’s fresh picked. And thank ya fer the . . . uh, things ya made fer me. They’s just perfect! I’m wearin’ a pair o’ ’em right now! The blue ones with the letter ‘K’ sewn on ’em! Anyways I got a necklace fer ya what can help, I think. I’ll keep it till I sees ya.
Your good friend,