Conway Brothers

You said they'd arrive by Monday noon! Well, I waited AGES to receive the parcel for Oswald Anders... prepared a wagon and everything, since you said it'd be heavy. All for nothing! Tell the Conway brothers to send a raven, should they want to reschedule. Although... if they tried to take a shortcut through Umber Hollow, we've shirked them for good. In my defense: I told them to avoid that route. It might be their last.

The route through Umber Hollow was a bad call, but we had no choice! Hank, that laggard, wasted time snoozin', so we had to take a shortcut if we wanted to reach "Blazing Rock" on time! If we're late again, I'm bound to lose out on a lot of coinage. We can't have that, ya see? So we descended and set up camp in the Jasper Isles come dusk. First nightwatch was supposed to be Hank's, but of course, that buffoon slept through it. Stupid! Reckless! Some shrouded folk crept up on us...and we lost the parcel upon fleeing. No matter. We'll write our own letter! And the gift, well... Oswald Anders won't know it's missing. I'll sign something lovely, and get my creative juices flowin'... Hank can help. Guy will be none the wiser. Easy, ya see?

Me was dozin' and snoozin', 'tis true, but me's senses 're sharp! Me can keep watch with eyes closed, no problem! Me was mindin' me's dream business when bad air and bad lads came creepy-crawling! So me shook Mathew awake, and we barrelled on out! While rushin' and dashin', we dropped the lassie's gift 'n note! Now me thinks: How can we make the moneys, if we don't have the goods? Me tired. Head hurty. Mathew said, "Time to improvise." Smart man. Good head, very good. "We'll write our own letter. Nice lookin' paper! Pristine! He won't know, ya see?" So we was draftin' and writin' and droolin' on that letter, but there came a catch: Gotta sign on the dotted line, but me don't remember lassie's name. Rachel? Reagan? Now head hurty again. And sleepy. Stupid letter, stupid Isles...