(Drafts of a letter, unsent, in Lane’s journal. A missing page after this indicates the finalized draft may have been sent.)
Haloisi,
What the hell! These young idiots are going to get themselves killed! Running into the damned barrow downs like it is nothing!
Why the hell didn’t you warn me this would be hell on my jackets
They are young, they are rash, and they are trying to get themselves killed!
Did I do something to make you want to bribe me into my own death???
This group you have hired me to protect are rash, young, and prone to danger. What am I supposed to do with them? They run headlong into bounty hunters, bandits, and even the damned Barrow Downs! I can see why they need protecting, but I’m starting to think it’s only a matter of time before they get themselves or me killed.
And their escapades keep getting my coats destroyed. If this continues, I will need an increase in payment.
Respectfully,
Lane.
