Finding no magical protections, Stella easily opens the envelop and finds two letters written in the same hand.
[ +- ] Letter to Davaeorn (1)
Davaeorn,
As you have probably heard, the iron poison has begun to take effect around the coast. With the majority of iron imports being disrupted by Tazok, almost all of it comes from the tainted source in Nashkel. The Sythillisian uprising in Amn has ensured that no forces from that nation will be able to take action against our mercenary forces. I have sent Tranzig to work with the mercenaries in transporting the iron to your base in the Cloakwood. He has brought a bag of holding so that he, alone, will make trips into the Cloakwood, thereby lessening the chance that Flaming Fist trackers might find your stronghold.
Things go apace here in Baldur's Gate. We have placed our first agent among the ranks of the Seven Suns trading coster.
In all, I am pleased with our progress. That is all.
Rieltar
[ +- ] Letter to Davaeorn (2)
Cursed be those who meddle with our plot! Our agents around the region drop like flies, and now the Flaming Fist is officially investigating our headquarters in the city. We know whose fault this is. Should the so-called adventurers make their way to your mine, see that their streak of luck ends there. In a way most painful as befits the trouble they've caused us, if possible.
Fail me not in this.
Rieltar
A large key also tumbles out of the envelop.
