A small neat, letter penned in a small, neat hand.
My Dear Brother Fallon,
I would never deny you the right to truth. But the fact remains, I am not trusted as you are, even though who we are and what we do is not so very different.
Speaking of our work, there is troubling news from town. Boggarts are out in numbers, which of course means Blood Plague. If Astrid does not send for you in several days, you might make the trip yourself. The town will need the medicine. Every day, there are more of them right at our doors!