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"Passerby? Ain't look like no passerby I know. You better NOT be Harel Hotspur scum."

"Wuh? Wuzzat? Scoot?"
The shambling mound approaches to reveal a slumping man, face painted blue and white in the colors of Ishim FC and reeking of alcohol.
"Wait. Waiiit!"
He pauses.
"Are you cops?"

"T-the eighth general? T-the Traitor!? The Deciever?!"

Another bottle breaks, and a shambling form approaches the party, shrouded in the shadows of the poorly lit streets.

"They always said misery built character..."

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The letter actually contains two things.

Firstly, a check made out to Jarvis from the Guild of Tristitia to the tune of several hundred rhea. This must be the beginning of the fruit of his investments.

Secondly, an actual letter; he quickly spies the name at the bottom as Belphegor's.

I'll make this quick. Had no time to call. Sent by first class instead of just calling you because my tablet broke and the lazy idiots in R&D can't take out two minutes to fix it for their boss. Don't bother calling, I won't have this thing fixed for another two days after you get this letter, assuming you aren't dead or otherwise occupied.

About your eighth general problem, I looked into it. They might be in Wybernia. Don't quote me on that. I'm not Asmodeus, I don't have any real intelligence agents anywhere outside of people I bribe with free ten-rolls on Clash.

About your Lucifer problem, I've heard reports of him around in Wybernia. Don't know what he wants, don't ask me, that pervert could just be there to pick up his next conquest for all I know.

All for now. Don't die.

"When Lady Leviathan wasn't visting the barracks, my sisters wouldn't l-let me eat something so delicious. I was always stuck with the smallest portions and the gruel..."

".....eh?"

"6-0? Oh boy. Van Urse must've been off-form today....but also, that's.,...that's not good. On one hand, we're not in Ishim City turf; that's down in Harel. But on the other hand, we can't be too careful. Everyone keep an eye out."