Boss,
I understand that those ridiculous pirates helped get us started, but they’re no help at all at the dig site. I almost wish they weren’t with us at Fauns’ Thicket.
I’ve had to send the workers back to Vastyr a couple times now because of drunken brawls. They kept getting offended because we were digging too loudly. One of them got themselves drowned in the surf by the entrance. How does a pirate drown in waist-high water?
And the lady herself, Redblade? She’s always watching. She’s got this very unnerving aura about her. She gives me a dark feeling.
If you can get those sea dogs to hang back, we’ll be down to the treasure a lot faster.
Gad
