My Dear Geralt,
I hope that this letter finds you in good health and high spirits.
As always, I travel as a matter of course and the crown pays me well for information from neighbouring kingdoms. Let's just say I place my personal safety as a sacrifice on the alter of my mother land. I put my talents to the best possible use and money my friend don't stink.
Again I remind you: Patience and good reconnaissance are the very basis of espionage.
For the time being I'm collecting data, getting a sense of the area. Recently I spent a night with a lovely lass. The get together was part of a bigger operation. I was working to unmask a Kepwinny agent.
But the bitch set me up. Yesterday when following up on information she gave me, I found myself confronted by brash band of bandits.
There was no time to think. It was time to act. I calmly lift my mandolin from my back and began swinging. I downed two of them before fleeing.
A mad dash through town found me barracked inside the boathouse. The bandits barely even let me catch my breath before trying to burn the place down around me. The two female residents of the house screamed and jumped from a window into the water. I copied them, without the screaming of course. The bandits seem satisfied. The lasses however were not of such agreeable disposition.
I had hardly managed to appease them in time to deal with dragon before sundown. That however is another letter.
Here's to the beautiful ladies,
“May those who dream of freedom arise.
Seeing the sights of liberty with their eyes.
How far shall we venture, in this great wonder.
Elf, dwarf and human, set forth together yonder.”