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=Original Story: Fashanos 18, 5121=

The Raging Thrak raised an eyebrow as a small parchment slipped through the side of his curtain and drifted toward the floor. As he went to collect the parchment, a whispered voice greeted him, too quiet or perhaps simply too middling in pitch to clearly identify a gender: "Sorry and thank you. Can't be too cautious right now." A rustle of the curtain signaled that his visitor has departed, and he unfolded the letter.

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To the Raging Thrak:

As I'm sure you've heard, the members of the Darkstone Bay Consortium have cancelled elections since they fear anyone outside of them who has a voice. I'm sad to say it, but this makes you and your inn plausible targets, since for decades you've championed even the freshest-faced citizen and acted as a voice of all.

Along with yourself, another strong voice here is Miss [[Newsby (prime)|Newsby]], who's proudly worked out of your inn for years. She's been calling for boycotts of shops owned by the Consortium, which is her right and especially brave for a civilian, but is also another factor that could draw attention here if they discover where she works.

I hope that my intuition is wrong and there will be no trouble. But if there's even so much as a sign of trouble, or if there have been already, I ask urgently and earnestly that you report them to the militia captains. And rest assured... The many [[Wehnimer's Landing|Landing]] defenders you've inspired will save our town again.

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