Smuggler's Letter
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Smuggler's Letter
There aren't words strong enough to describe the malodour wafting from the page.
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Locations
| Variant/Location | Region | Spawns | Map |
|---|---|---|---|
| Ground Spawn | Act 4 | 1 | Show Map |
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To the good Doctor at the Black House:
Kind sir. I know I risk a chewin' out from the boss if he finds out about this, but I got nowhere else to turn. A father of a sickly child is as desperate as they come.
My lovely daughter, my sweet peach, grows nearer to death. Her head's as hot as a blacksmith's coals and her limbs are as limp as dead fiddleferns. I beg you sir, go to her in Driftwood, and spare an elixir, or a simple modicum of your expertise. I would be forever in your debt.
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