A Letter to Nadiri Ashley

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Dear Ashley,

It's been a week or so since the bogus trial against me.
You defended me with honour, smarts and competence.

It's not your fault my arm's chopped off by a fat tick wielding a crimson djinn sword.

Alas, unlike what the Shadowhearts of the Above-Well think, I am currently thriving.

Life in the Creep, I call it the Real Ephia's Well, is a vast improvement.
There's a great lack of nepotism below. You are who you are. Your worth is determined by your abilities.

I'd like to invite you to come visit me and my stall of the Real Souk of Salt & Spice sometime, dear Ashley, I know you to be a competent alchemist. So if there's ever anything you'd want to make coin on, that you couldn't sell anywhere else, know that I am your loyal friend. Elsewise, simply check my stall, I have interesting pieces.

Best regards,

Nathaniel Blackvale

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Dearest Ashley,

have you ever caught yourself having dark desires?

You've yourself a spider down below.

Dearest Ashley,

bring me power, bring me a new arm, bring me buckets of coin.

Dark desires become reality.

Nathaniel Blackvale