[The following letter is left at the Banda Rosa Fortress.]
Dear Isotta,
I was asked by Murphy to recommend her to you for her persistance,
Yours fatefully,
Sephidra Niridhe
With ratty cigarette between lips and trusty tin coffee cup in hand, Isotta goes over her reports and correspondence with a resigned misery and hangover in the morning. Upon reading this letter with sunken, bloodshot eyes, she would mutter:
"Never have I seen a more glowing recommendation...."
A wet coughing fit would follow, and afterwards the Balestriere spits a disgusting grayish blob of spittle into the nearby vomit bundle by her desk. She takes another drag from the cigarette and shoves the note into a particular file....