Letter from PitifulRetribution

L'talus,

You must know from my background and from my actions that I wish for the advance and betterment of Sru'haro above all else.

But I am young and easily intimidated by the likes of Afalar and Ezra. I have not been as forthcoming as I should have been with you. For that alone I should be sent home to tend the grapes.

I beg your forgiveness. Please allow me another chance. You have given our group chances aplenty before already, but I swear your faith in Sjer Mihan has not been misplaced.

There were 10 stones, not 5. Two were taken by the wererats from the Isle of the dead. Those were in Zali's boots. I have one, and here it is. (giving to L'talus) Afalar had two. Their whereabouts is unknown.

Allow me to pick my team, sir. These two scattered when the fighting intensified. They did so not from any cowardice, but only through a lack of discipline and teamwork. Allow me to find men that will react well under pressure. You will find, sir, a much more satisfactory outcome to your assignments, I assure you.