My dearest Lucy,
Life on the Isle of Eigg is spectacular. As you know, the owner of the isle is my very own cousin, Colin, who is also a merchant. However, he is only here at noon and night. It's not that he doesn't care, just he's very busy. In the two towns he trades on, I've made a name for myself as the, well, I've made many names for myself. Some call me the Sapphire Mercenary, others call me the Cerulean Slayer, though I prefer the Cobalt Shadow. My latest adventure was right outside the town's bank. Two masked men were trying to make off with thousands of pounds. Emphasis on trying; I stopped them. The first one, who was dressed like a medieval doctor, was referred to as Plague, while the other one had a more victorian style and was referred to as Disease. When I commanded them to return the money, they drew their weapons, a glaive and a derringer respectively. Fortunately and commonly for me, I brought my rapier, and to cut this letter short they lost around 11378.94 to put it into your currency. That's all what has been going around here lately.
-ever yours, Horatio
1800
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Gallimaufry
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