Conway Brothers

​You said they'd arrive by Monday noon! Well, I waited AGES to receive the parcel for Oswald Anders... prepared a wagon and everything, since you said it'd be heavy. All for nothing!

​Tell the Conway brothers to send a raven, should they want to reschedule. Although... if they tried to take a shortcut through Umber Hollow, we've shirked them for good. In my defense: I told them to avoid that route. It might be their last.

​The route through Umber Hollow was a bad call, but we had no choice! Hank, that laggard, wasted time snoozin', so we had to take a shortcut if we wanted to reach "Blazing Rock" on time! If we're late again, I'm bound to lose out on a lot of coinage. We can't have that, ya see?

​So we descended and set up camp in the Jasper Isles come dusk. First nightwatch was supposed to be Hank's, but of course, that buffoon slept through it. Stupid! Reckless! ​Some shrouded folk crept up on us...and we lost the parcel upon fleeing. No matter. We'll write our own letter! And the gift, well... Oswald Anders won't know it's missing.

​I'll sign something lovely, and get my creative juices flowin'... Hank can help. Guy will be none the wiser. Easy, ya see?

​Me was dozin' and snoozin', 'tis true, but me's senses 're sharp! Me can keep watch with eyes closed, no problem!

​Me was mindin' me's dream business when bad air and bad lads came creepy-crawling! So me shook Mathew awake, and we barrelled on out!

​While rushin' and dashin', we dropped the lassie's gift 'n note! Now me thinks: How can we make the moneys, if we don't have the goods? Me tired. Head hurty.

​Mathew said, "Time to improvise." Smart man. Good head, very good. "We'll write our own letter. Nice lookin' paper! Pristine! He won't know, ya see?"

​So we was draftin' and writin' and droolin' on that letter, but there came a catch: Gotta sign on the dotted line, but me don't remember lassie's name. Rachel? Reagan? ​Now head hurty again. And sleepy. Stupid letter, stupid Isles...