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[A letter, unaddressed but handed directly to Grand Duke Ulder Ravenguard. Provided by the Archive of the Flaming Fist.]
I can’t tell if we are truly too busy dealing with the rebuilding, or if you are avoiding me, but I handed this letter directly to your secretary, so there’s no avoiding me now. Ha!
Anyway, it’s high time we talk about our friend Astarion, and his extended family that you were so worried about. I kept my ears peeled, and haven’t heard hide nor hair of them, in the city or otherwise, so it’s safe to say the nightmare you painted after hearing about them hasn’t happened. And I still think it’s not likely to happen any time soon.
That being said, I can think of several ways you can help us ensure that does not happen. And no, I don’t mean some bloody crusade.
The fact of the matter is, those people are victims, in desperate need of support. And, they’re Baldurian citizens, for the most part. It’s not too much of a stretch to think they are still the city’s responsibility.
It’s bad enough that we let their abuser get away with what he was doing for over two hundred years. We can’t let them down again, not now when they’re finally free.
So, we have a few ideas. Some simple little projects here and there to help them settle down and adjust to their new lives, with input from Astarion and our other friends, of course. The only question now is to figure out how to fund these fun little initiatives.
I don’t suppose you have any idea how we might procure the necessary gold, hm?
-Jaheira
[A letter, addressed to former High Harper Jaheira, provided by her descendants.]
Jaheira,
I can make no promises without more information about these initiatives of yours, but I am not opposed to hearing them. We should meet in person.
I am easiest to catch in my office the hour before first light. Please do not share that with anyone. I am busy enough the rest of the day as is.
Sincerely
Ulder Ravengard