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Dear peoples of Sapience, I was doing my usual rounds of checking up on
the people and denizens of Sapience, when some small hole in my pack
lead to a steady loss of gold sovereigns. Now, it is very possible that
a rat, or a gnoll, or a manticore has picked up one of the small piles
of gold sovereigns dropped around Sapience and hoarded it for
themselves.

If you see a denizen drop a small pile of gold sovereigns, I would be
nine shades of incredibly grateful if it were returned to me.

With the sincerest of advanced thanks,
-H.C. Beya Storm.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Lupar, in the year 569 AF.