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re: Naib replied to your letter!

Dear 🍒,

I was only doing my job. I didn't think it would affect someone this much...but thanks. Since you wrote this whole letter for me then fine. I can teach you. But you better be prepared for all the things we're about to do. And after that...I hope to see your progress. When you come back with a victory, let's treat your success with some foods... Let's meet anywhere anytime you want. If you're ready.

- Naib Subedar

The Observer hadn't thought of anything when the letter was sent, their focus set on writing books. Although they were a survivor like the others, they were a bit of an... Odd one- and even moreso on the state that they were in when the Baron had contacted them.

Rumors seem to have few around about them, but they never really brought any answers to it. Because of this, most of the survivors had put this under the rug, considering this wasn't any normal survivor, or even a resident.

... That is, until a certain curious raven came by one day to drop off the letter made by the mercenary.

Turning their head, they heard the flapping of wings and they watched the bird fly off, their yellow eyes focusing onto the envelope. Confused, they stood up and waltzed over, swiping their hand to grab it and open the letter.

It wasn't hard to ease the wax or even making sure the page wasn't torn, but judging by how it looked, it seems to be rather... Rushed. Worn, maybe. But that's probably because of that bird that delivered it to their windowsill.

" I wonder what he wrote... Surely he must've denied my offer. "

Imagine their surprise upon seeing that- well, no, he hasn't rejected their offer, but even more at the fact that he wanted to celebrate their success. With him.

" ... "

The Observer couldn't help but set the page aside, raising a free hand to their chest. It was hard for anyone to tell how they felt, but the warmth on their cheeks and the look of bewilderment would be a good indication on how they truly felt.

Taking one good, deep breath, they rushed off to get the papers and another envelope. They didn't want to disappoint or leave the mercenary hanging, so they needed to write another to him!

Gods, maybe I should've been more careful... they mused, biting the inside of their cheek as they set the things down. Snatching up their personal quill, they took a deep breath and dipped it into the bottle of ink once, raising it once more before they got to writing.

... But I think I can let this slide. Once.

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