Description: the correspondence of one of the servants
Location: on a bed, in the servant quarters
- Rumford's Manor, the basement
Dunya - Sometimes I think I miss the days when "crime ruled the streets", as the Sheriff would have it. Either way, we walk in fear - but before, we lost at most a purse, while now we may be shut up in irons simply for seeing the wrong thing at the wrong time. Give me the old days back again, and a pox upon Truart and all his thugs!