Oi, Freddy!

[Jaypay]

Regarding the light situation in the GW basement. I've a new message for Zykie so he can help out. Remember to read it word for word to him first, otherwise he'll suspect you of being a bushranger.


*Begin letter*

Dearest Zykie,

You've done a rip snorter job getting the tucker flowing. Your blood's truly worth bottling, fair fucking dinkum!

I've asked Freddy to come to you with a new task. I'll need you to start entering an area of the basement that's off limits to the staff. We need your help keeping an alternative light source going in one of the rooms near the garage on account the magic has temporarily gone cactus.

Freddy will show you which room and discuss with you whether a big arse candle or a lantern makes more sense.

Love ya, mate. Give the staff a big hug for me.

Raslen Rad

P.S. Let's have some of the doras with tailoring ability set up in the vacant shop we have on the corner, behind the Golden Wattle. Time to roll out a new service: tailoring, cleaning, and maintaining uniforms for the Colonel's men.

*End Letter*

[PotatoJedi]

I will make sure he gets it. Thank you!

[M.]

*Static*

An impish voice speaks out.

"Raslen, just so you are aware, I have set up a new venture with Zykie in Gothic. We decided that a set of games of sport would be a good way to boost moral and distract the masses from the hardship. My 10% commission from the games will be re-invested back into the Golden Wattle and the community.

*Static*

[Jaypay]

That explains why he was too busy to follow orders. I appreciate your generosity though. Cheers, mate.