Addressed to His Majesty King Drysllthen Valenti

Merripen

Dearest King,

It is from within your own dungeons that this letter pleads your mercy and forgiveness. Our party party has traveled long from our homelands to serve your majesty at court in honor of the formal request delivered to my late father, Lord Borin Myrill. My behavior at your gates, was a last resort to persuade your guards to acknowledge our presence,- though I blame them not with our most ragged of appearances. Our beggarly appearance was a necessary precaution while traveling across these rough lands with the tools of our trade. We are jewelers your majesty, not vigilantes, two of our party are dead at the hands of your men and myself and my assistant wounded. I fear for our lives. Your men were presented with adequate identification and your letter of request, both before and after the deaths of our companions. If you would punish my pathetic attempt at entrance to your castle, then so be it, but my assistant has done no wrong under this kingdom's law. I beg of you, his release and consideration to my own plight.

Lady Jeweler Celany Edis Myrill