View source for Entry 107 - Dear Chieftain

Chieftain Alice,

Tis good ta hear from ye 'gain. I've herd whispers of River Sky. I tried ta tell ye tha wench can't be trusted. She needs'ta be tied up an burn'd fer 'er actions but I leave tha punishment to ye. I'm yer sword. Ye shouldn'ta gave 'er another chance ta escape but tha damage is done now. I will be thar within a few days.

Tha mission ye sent me out on was a partial success lookin fer that rogue ye sent out 'ta find. Richie went agan'st me orders an followed some harlet out and got 'imself keeled in an ally. Da boy couldn't keep his hands off the lasses and it got him kilt.

I look forward ta fightin alongside ye 'gain be sure ta leave Osmond some of the Dyrbysts. My swords thirst fer blood grows. If I see that wench I'ma maker grin out tha oth'r side 'er face. Keep an ear out fer my horn as I come through the sea. You will know it be me.

Yours in service,
Chevalier Osmond

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