Dismissed (missive)

A missive wrapped in a leathery envelope. The envelope was dipped into Sweet Stench. The missive is from M. addressing Avan Pentos. It had to be read to him by Leih'to Wahraindaq for the first time.

The missive was left on Avan's chest when he was asleep. The bringer of the message is unknown.

Puk,

how dare you to be alive! How many times do you cross me? Even in death- this is an outrage!

So ... I see the news. I drink a toast, pass the rest to me crew, probably shed a tear, take the bounty of y'ole'head and make port in Limsa and get invited to join the damn investigator- which you moron failed to kill too.

Then I AM presented with MY evidence pointing at ME? My first hand got all flustered up, weapons were drawn, curses and threats handed out and even I had to look thrice to see that the evidence had been tampered with.

I was so shocked by the quality of forgery that I almost forgot to stop me boys from slicing to many holes in Limsa's officials when threats of jailing and judging were thrown over my head. And when I remembered the admiralty suddenly had me resigning from my most lucrative post.

I trot to the rogues and guess what? They give a damn! Better! They put you in league with egg thieves.

I cut my losses and ... you start moving again, your corpse I thought. But, No!, fit as fiddle sitting in a spring getting cajoling talk from this festered alley cat.

I rage, I swear and then I remember: puk can't think for two minutes. You would have been barged onto me ship and died but all this subtle intrigue? Not my puk. So I have a leak. Oh I should never have written you but then again I only have to kill everyone oozing my most favorite perfume.

I will not re-instate the bounty. I think fate wants you to survive. Fortune prick me if you ever cross me again. You're hereby dismissed from my crew for good ... for now. Toss away the axe you have stolen from me. It's broken and useless.

Farewell and my best wishes to you and your rat,

M.

P.S.: Did you know that that little stinking rat's speciality was to fake deep affection so that something extra was wrought out? 