Bandit's unsent letter

Journal entry

 * To Priyemek, The Belles of Beauclair House of Pleasure


 * Little brother, I’ll be short and to the point: feck Filibert, side-stick Starling and Loth can lick my derrière. I’m on my own. Thanks to that flying silver hen I can live like a Zerrikanian pasha. The lads are glad, too, because finishing off merchants is not at all bad, as work goes – doesn’t tire you much and blood can be washed off. And what loot! Yesterday, for example, a caravan drove through full of barrels of rum and dried ham. Did we ever have ourselves a feast… Which is why I’m telling you, brother, ditch that brothel business and join my band of merry men! I’m sure Mum cries herself to sleep every night, thinking of her son working in a bordello, and it’ll do her heart good to know I’ve got an eye on you.


 * Your Elder Brother,
 * Bartolomeu-Martin Tchéhovsky