This letter is stained with something dark and sticky, and it reeks of whiskey and rubbing alcohol.
The edges are burnt on one side, and it's not so much folded as crumpled. The letters are boxy, the spelling is atrocious, and it was written with a charcoal stick instead of a quill.
Hey there, you sodding idiot.
This job isn't getting any easier without you here. When you left, the Warden got all melty and teary for a week. Women, right?
Anyway, don't let that snooty Howe kid get your panties in a twist. He's got a stick up his ass the size of a Hurlock.
You did what you had to do.
Hope you've got a nice little lady to polish your sword, if you catch my meaning.
- Oghren