(Excerpt from a letter found in an empty house at the edge of the Rudshore Financial District)
The looting started in the warehouses. Once enough men took sick with the plague, the companies had to suspend operations.
My husband Malkus was with the Meierson Tobacco Leaf Company, which closed last year during the Month of Clans. He ran the fire boxes and the main curing barn. Malkus always said flue curing made the sweetest leaf. Sickness hits the tobacco men the hardest because of all the smoking.
They ran with a small crew for awhile, but around the time my husband got sick the fires were put out and the tobacco sat rotting.
Somehow the thieves knew and started stripping the place. Later, they moved on to houses, the bastards.