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[A dwarf collects the letter from the Krak, and then stashes it away.]

[A sealed ink-smeared envelope is left with the remaining Modini scouts at the caravan pass. The seal is addressed "Scout Capitano" and marked "Confidential"

Salve, from the wasteland of Ephia,

Since my departure from our beloved floating city, I have found firm footing within the confines of the Sandstone College, and the hearts of the Well's populace. These halls have afforded me a unique vantage, one that offers insights into their coveted artifacts and long-buried truths. Truths that could weaken, if not entirely undermine, the Sultan's grip on its people.

I pen this letter with a simple proposal. Consider my mind and spear a vessel of your very own design. Point me towards your interests, and they will become mine. Together, we can  continue to see the scales of power tip towards  Il Modo, as they always have.

I will return to the city alongside my fellow students in the coming days, bearing gifts. Let us share words at the Canale Cantina, nearby the Lamp, as I drink myself through the many lectures of my colleagues.

Con rispetto,
Ettore Lazzari

[Ettore's hastily marked signature is drawn upon the papersheet]

[A mangled and ink smeared letter is posted on the board in the Sandstone College]

Fellow students,
I'll stand by Jamileh's recommendation and
endure yet another discourse from our esteemed
inkfingers The beckoning of my mother's eel-pie
far outweighs the risk of  you all contracting the
crimson or, dare I say, another dissertation
on the history of sand grain shapes. You're up,
Alecto.

Con rispetto,
Ettore Lazzari

Amidst the Maqam of the Martyrs,  Osuin and Shahlil prepare with meticulous diligence, tending to the venerated urns with reverential care. With somber solemnity, they anoint the sacred hyssop, imbuing the dead with a mystical aura of sanctity. And in the midst of this ritualistic labor, another page once blank is etched upon the timeless tome of remembrance, a testament to the legacy of those who have passed beyond the veil.

Raymond Quinn
An astronomer entitled as a Nadiri
Cause of Death: Murder - By means of Ice Storm magics repeatedly crushing his body.
Notes: Murderers are Apothar Vergal Mendista and Nadiri Alexander Bestworth, fifth of his name.
Final rites completed  with chilling bits of his remains.

Amir Azim
A Jannisary under rank of Soldier
Cause of Death: Luca Ferra
Notes: Defender of the Gate of Coin during the battle of the lost-shade. Devout of the Wroth, his vengeance guided the drowning of his adversary Itaja and the Wyrmlings. His spear will ferry the else lost souls of Luca Ferra, as they pass from this place to the next

Jackal-Friend,

A murder in a day, for the generous tithe of the Wyrm by the Wyrm by the Wyrm?  Surely you did not expect this?

These things are not so simple. Alas, I'll entertain it for your cause.

[A missive is returned, tossed into a slot of the Krak's mailbox by a street urchin]

Jackal-Friend,

Nine by nine by nine dinari - and your little problem will go away!

Come to the Creep, speak to the shade on the wall. Obbo and I will whisk you away somewhere more private.

I will be there for the rest of this day.