An unsent letter on a bloodied paper, tucked into Ariel's journal

[chancellorxofxtrash]

 Goole,

From the fact that you called Ankh a feral bird, I assume that he bit you. Good.

[Multiple words scribbled out, unreadable]

You called me a stranger but I really do wonder how much do you know about me. How much would information about a simple guide be worth?
Would it be even worth buying and selling?
Do you know if it is even a stroke of chance that I'm here?
I mean - what are the odds that I'm sent on a job that just happens to be around this Cataclysm thing?

Or maybe it is indeed just a cruel twist of fate, trying to course correct. Maybe I should have never escaped back then, and my fate is here to catch up with me.
Tough luck.
I'm not the kind of person who just gives up that easily.

And that is going for you as well, Goole.
[More unreadable, crossed out words, the paper got somewhat ripped too, it was scribbled out that strongly]
I probably won't send this letter to you anyways. I don't want to let Ankh out of my sight. Not here.
Try not to get murdered for your schemes before we get back

Ariel

 

PS did you even bloody know my name you bitch