If you are reading this, I’m probably dead. Not much of a surprised to either of us, I suppose. I only hope I went down killing humans, but let’s be honest. I probably died on one of Roy’s damn fool quests to save everyone.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to see us succeed. But let me assure you, I think you and the others can see this thing through. I told you of the contract I signed with His Darkness. While I’m certain he couldn’t give a damn about us or our people, I believe he will honor the contract. I mean, that’s what the Azzies do, right? So seek out the Cult of Mammon. Put everyone we have on it. Exterminate them to the last. And I mean the last. Anyone associated with the cult, I want you to kill. Use the Inquisitor commissions I gave you. And by Gixx’s name, if you catch a single halfling working for them, you make him a public symbol. I want everyone to know what happens to those who betray their own kind.
When it’s done, we get the Dead Sector. I know you had your reservations, but I hope I’ve convinced you that it’s best chance for our people. As we always planned, Fiosa will be our face. Everyone loves her, even many of the big folk. And she has a good heart. Too good, I’m afraid. Which is where you come in. I always thought that I would be there to steer her in the right directions, to advise her from the shadows, and to take care of the nasty business so that she didn’t have too. Now that’s your job. I know you’ll do what you have to do.
I have left Fiosa a letter as well. In it I explain to her that you are my voice. She’ll fight you all the way, but that’s part of the reason we put her in the position. I told her to put Risa in charge of the halfling Dotari. Ha. Your sister’s going to be so pissed. I wish I could be there to see her face. But she’ll be great at it, and it keeps things in our control.
I’ve left you some coin in our drop spot. It’s a significant amount. You know what to use it for. But give some to Fiosa when she needs it. And if you find you need to use some of it for your own purposes . . . well, what the hell. What am I going to do? Haunt you?
Thank you for joining me, Tisa. You were the first to join the revolution. And you suffered the most. I have no right to ask you for personal favors, but as you know, I have no one else. So please do these few things for me if you can.
If Rufus survived, take care of him for me. He’s a good dog and a good friend. I suspect he’ll save your ass more than once, just as he saved mine.
Take care of my parents. And, if you can help it, don’t let them find out all the things I had to do.
Finally, if you can, find out what happened to my brothers. If they’re alive, bring them to Mom and Dad. If they’re dead, make sure they receive all appropriate rites. If you find out who killed them, hurt those bastards bad.
You were . . . you are my right hand, Tisa Tyran. Let the blessings of vengeance be yours. And cut the humans deep for me.
In the name of the Crooked Man,