*attaches a letter to a raven and sends it enroute to the cove barracks addressed to "any covian it reaches" *
Been here a long time now well about a week but it feels so long the patrols are fruitless the only threat is this goddamn heat there's more sunlight than there is moonlight overall its a pleasant little place but there's some truly odd people around the sultan?i think that's what the wakky leader calls himself is an utter pleb he refused to pay for my alcohol saying I must pay for it myself food myself which yeah sure I can afford and haven't exactly been wasting away but the food is all fancy and exotic I want a rustic covian pie not some dilly dallying curry bowl, anyhow back on track the citizens seem to be under control and cove has rightfully relieved the people of grand heresy and such I really miss my fellow Watchman and look forward to rubbing garfunkles bald head when I return the most hopefully he hasn't been stabbed or hounded by undead recently. I also wonder how Carolin is getting along with her Inn I was gutted to miss the opening and shall have to buy triple the drinks for everyone when I return to make up for lost time.
Signed, Tingleith, Untrusted Watchman