Letter #1

                                    

                                          

Dear Dags, 
I'm locked up again, surprise surprise. Stop laughing, asshole.
Hell, it hasn't even been six months since the last time. I must be getting rusty. Being hungry all the time doesn't help. Ever since this god damned war started, food has been scarce outside the big cities. Innkeepers are getting stingy, farmers are getting scared, prices are going up. Those fat fucking Nord patrols plant their asses in the taverns along the road, harass the women, and intimidate the inkeepers for free meals and "protection septims." Praise Talos for this bounty! Ugh. Can anyone truly blame me for lightening their pockets a little? I'd lighten them a lot if I had my way. They could stand to lose some bulk. Maybe I'll lighten them up permanently and separate them from their bloated heads next time... 
-  Yheri