Believe it or not, folk’re saying there’s a prince cursed into a toad wandering the Oxenfurt sewers. I know, I know, sounds like a fairy tale, but Suze from Hillop swears it’s the gospel truth, and Maryheather’s confirmed it. Both say this prince came from a far-off land to court some countess, but her jealous lover grew furious and, since he was a wizard, turned the prince into a toad. They say if any lass finds the toad and kisses its froggy lips, it’ll turn from a slimy beast back into a handsome prince, and then it’s clear what’ll happen – prince like that’s no village lush, he's sure to be honorable and worthy, and’ll take whoever rescues him for his bride.
So Ronnie, next time you’re in Oxenfurt at market, take a stroll into the sewers, I’m telling you. Who knows, maybe you’ll walk out of them a prince’s betrothed.
[Letter is soaked through and falling apart, can barely be read]
Don’t do anything stupid. I know you buried Selina at the Beauclair cemetery along with the rest of the loot from our last heist. Remember, we deserve a cut of that, too. So don’t be an idiot. We all know you were her lover, but remember she was also the leader of our gang, and that’s what really counts. We never got our share for knocking over that jeweler Maathenberg’s shop, so burying Selina with all the loot is pure jackassery! Those treasures belong to us all. Let’s meet up and split things in an honest fashion. Then you can go drown yourself in the lake or hang yourself from any branch you choose.