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Dear Madame Lorelei,

I have concluded my investigation into the disappearance of our most esteemed and beloved peasant and I have managed to glean some most interesting results. My first destination was the man's quarters in our headquarters. I made a most careful search of these and some results were gleaned. I found several objects of interest, including various objects and tokens of affection from a supposed boyfriend which I had been informed about some time ago.

I did not know my dearest peasant was so taken with his own sex and I would have shouldered the responsibility of his education in these matters had I not been occupied with Madame Darci. Anyhow, I digress. I perused these affects, trying to ascertain their value to my investigation. In the meantime, I discovered many heretofore unknown things about this delightful plebeian, but 'tis neither here nor there.

I then walked to the dingy tavern in which he was last seen. 'Tis a most unaesthetic establishment which I in my most cultivated taste, would never patronize. According to the correspondence I had received, our dear peasant had come here for a tryst with this mysterious lover. My curiosity piqued, I took a drink of the most shoddy wine which the idiot tending the bar insisted 'twas their best. I questioned the man and he confirmed that he had seen our beloved peasant in that very room and he had gone into the bathroom. I finished my drink after chatting with the other patrons, who confirmed the innkeeper's story.

Once inside the pigsty the proprietor passes off as a bathroom, I noticed several things: 'twas a certain odor as well as signs of a struggle. Several pieces of furniture were damaged and 'twas blood on the ground. A very ginger and revolted tasting revealed it to indeed be the blood of monsieur Heath. I could taste panic within it, though quite faint with the passage of time, and a certain grogginess. I am quite certain he was drugged in some manner, most likely imbibed in a drink. The scent was of a certain cologne, it seemed. 'twas quite familiar, yet I could not place it. A rumpled calling card was present among the signs of struggle for a tailor which I myself had patronized to buy some attire for my forthcoming journey. Then, the pieces fell into place for me; 'twas the very scent wafting through the air of that tailor's shop.

I went there immediately. The tailor, a most foul Spaniard by the name of Antonio, was working at the counter and I put him to questioning. He was reluctant at first, but as you know, I am quite good at persuasion when the occasion calls for it. I grabbed him and dragged him into the back room, applying various threats and drawing one of my daggers to his throat. He spoke after this, though I had half a mind to see if he was in fact telling the truth. I tasted his vintage, which was surprisingly good with hints of his terror and the deviousness of his involvement with the conspiracy against the Reapers. 'Twas a stronger vintage than what I am accustomed to, yet 'twas quite invigorating. It set my senses afire with its taste, hints of treachery, a most wondrous finish of his terror and anxiety, fear of retribution from his master should said master learn of the information he divulged.

I must admit, I did drink more than 'twas completely necessary and he was significantly weak from blood-loss. This did make him quite easy to transport, however. I brought him back to the base and he is now residing in the brig. From him, I learned that he worked quite closely with the kidnappers, targeting our dear peasant specifically for his bloodwritten nature for an unknown benefactor, the same who was behind the other abductions amongst our ranks. 'twas indeed these people who drugged and took monsieur Sora hence. I continued to follow their trail, yet it got cold upon the road. I returned to the base with my captive and deposited him in the brig.
The facts in this case stand thus: These kidnappers were working in concert in order to capture our compatriots by various means for a mysterious master who seemed interested in acquiring once of each of the supernatural races and that their network on this island is quite well-connected. I recommend further investigation at once.

-Armand Baptiste, duc D'Bois

P.S. Also consider this letter my resignation from the Reapers and this investigation as my final gift to you. Know that I have always considered you an able general and a stalwart ally. 'tis you out of all the generals I have always respected and admired the most. It pains me to part ways with both you and all my friends within the ranks of this most irregular militia. I am convinced that 'twas no accident that I joined your ranks and I am ever-so-glad I have despite all the hardships we have endured along the way. You had given me a chance at redemption, one I have done my best to seize upon it. I only hope to make both you and my brothers and sisters in arms proud of me one day.

'Tis with a heavy heart I take my leave and I am ever-so-anxious as to the safety of our colleagues in bondage. Kindly keep me informed of your progress with this case, since I was quite close to Madame Celestina despite our differences and I fear most terribly for her. I pray she and the others shall be returned to us soon. When you find her, bid her adieu in my stead and tell her that she shall be welcome in my chateau whenever she desires. (The invitation applies to you as well, madame.)

To my good doctor and confidant Phen, bid a fond farewell. Thank him for saving my life and helping to correct the terrible course I was on. He is a wonderful friend and I love him most dearly. I wish him all the best in his marriage to Madame Fatima and I hope 'tis long and fruitful. Bid him raise a glass in my honor and tell him he is the most finely-dressed modern I know.

To Madame Clemency, bid farewell. Wish her the happiest of marriages to Monsieur Pyoter and a long and happy life. She shall also be pleased to know that I am still reading the volumes I have borrowed from her and that I have become more interested in her faith. I plan on attending masses in the village church once I return to France. 'Tis quite ironic, since I once held a priest at knife-point there. I shall see what will happen, whether or not I shall deign to be baptized and formally convert. I am still with reservations, yet I continually see 'tis more and more difficult to believe that anything but Providence has taken me hence from my near-death at the hands of revolutionaries to now...with Darci and two children soon to be born. Whilst on the subject, if I deign to christen them, 'twould do me the greatest honor if she would be godmother to one of them.

'Tis been quite the tumultuous time, my service to this organization, but I have enjoyed myself. 'Tis been terribly painful at times, and yet...I feel renewed and happier, more fulfilled than I possibly ever had. I owe you and all my collegues my life in more ways than one. I bid you adieu, mon general. May you find the peace you have always sought and may your children grow healthy and strong. Merde...I am weeping even as I write this...'twould be best to conclude. Adieu, mon ami, adieu.

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Dear Madame Lorelei,

I have concluded my investigation into the disappearance of our most esteemed and beloved peasant and I have managed to glean some most interesting results. My first destination was the man's quarters in our headquarters. I made a most careful search of these and some results were gleaned. I found several objects of interest, including various objects and tokens of affection from a supposed boyfriend which I had been informed about some time ago.

I did not know my dearest peasant was so taken with his own sex and I would have shouldered the responsibility of his education in these matters had I not been occupied with Madame Darci. Anyhow, I digress. I perused these affects, trying to ascertain their value to my investigation. In the meantime, I discovered many heretofore unknown things about this delightful plebeian, but 'tis neither here nor there.

I then walked to the dingy tavern in which he was last seen. 'Tis a most unaesthetic establishment which I in my most cultivated taste, would never patronize. According to the correspondence I had received, our dear peasant had come here for a tryst with this mysterious lover. My curiosity piqued, I took a drink of the most shoddy wine which the idiot tending the bar insisted 'twas their best. I questioned the man and he confirmed that he had seen our beloved peasant in that very room and he had gone into the bathroom. I finished my drink after chatting with the other patrons, who confirmed the innkeeper's story.

Once inside the pigsty the proprietor passes off as a bathroom, I noticed several things: 'twas a certain odor as well as signs of a struggle. Several pieces of furniture were damaged and 'twas blood on the ground. A very ginger and revolted tasting revealed it to indeed be the blood of monsieur Heath. I could taste panic within it, though quite faint with the passage of time, and a certain grogginess. I am quite certain he was drugged in some manner, most likely imbibed in a drink. The scent was of a certain cologne, it seemed. 'twas quite familiar, yet I could not place it. A rumpled calling card was present among the signs of struggle for a tailor which I myself had patronized to buy some attire for my forthcoming journey. Then, the pieces fell into place for me; 'twas the very scent wafting through the air of that tailor's shop.

I went there immediately. The tailor, a most foul Spaniard by the name of Antonio, was working at the counter and I put him to questioning. He was reluctant at first, but as you know, I am quite good at persuasion when the occasion calls for it. I grabbed him and dragged him into the back room, applying various threats and drawing one of my daggers to his throat. He spoke after this, though I had half a mind to see if he was in fact telling the truth. I tasted his vintage, which was surprisingly good with hints of his terror and the deviousness of his involvement with the conspiracy against the Reapers. 'Twas a stronger vintage than what I am accustomed to, yet 'twas quite invigorating. It set my senses afire with its taste, hints of treachery, a most wondrous finish of his terror and anxiety, fear of retribution from his master should said master learn of the information he divulged.

I must admit, I did drink more than 'twas completely necessary and he was significantly weak from blood-loss. This did make him quite easy to transport, however. I brought him back to the base and he is now residing in the brig. From him, I learned that he worked quite closely with the kidnappers, targeting our dear peasant specifically for his bloodwritten nature for an unknown benefactor, the same who was behind the other abductions amongst our ranks. 'twas indeed these people who drugged and took monsieur Sora hence. I continued to follow their trail, yet it got cold upon the road. I returned to the base with my captive and deposited him in the brig.
The facts in this case stand thus: These kidnappers were working in concert in order to capture our compatriots by various means for a mysterious master who seemed interested in acquiring once of each of the supernatural races and that their network on this island is quite well-connected. I recommend further investigation at once.

-Armand Baptiste, duc D'Bois

P.S. Also consider this letter my resignation from the Reapers and this investigation as my final gift to you. Know that I have always considered you an able general and a stalwart ally. 'tis you out of all the generals I have always respected and admired the most. It pains me to part ways with both you and all my friends within the ranks of this most irregular militia. I am convinced that 'twas no accident that I joined your ranks and I am ever-so-glad I have despite all the hardships we have endured along the way. You had given me a chance at redemption, one I have done my best to seize upon it. I only hope to make both you and my brothers and sisters in arms proud of me one day.

'Tis with a heavy heart I take my leave and I am ever-so-anxious as to the safety of our colleagues in bondage. Kindly keep me informed of your progress with this case, since I was quite close to Madame Celestina despite our differences and I fear most terribly for her. I pray she and the others shall be returned to us soon. When you find her, bid her adieu in my stead and tell her that she shall be welcome in my chateau whenever she desires. (The invitation applies to you as well, madame.)

To my good doctor and confidant Phen, bid a fond farewell. Thank him for saving my life and helping to correct the terrible course I was on. He is a wonderful friend and I love him most dearly. I wish him all the best in his marriage to Madame Fatima and I hope 'tis long and fruitful. Bid him raise a glass in my honor and tell him he is the most finely-dressed modern I know.

To Madame Clemency, bid farewell. Wish her the happiest of marriages to Monsieur Pyoter and a long and happy life. She shall also be pleased to know that I am still reading the volumes I have borrowed from her and that I have become more interested in her faith. I plan on attending masses in the village church once I return to France. 'Tis quite ironic, since I once held a priest at knife-point there. I shall see what will happen, whether or not I shall deign to be baptized and formally convert. I am still with reservations, yet I continually see 'tis more and more difficult to believe that anything but Providence has taken me hence from my near-death at the hands of revolutionaries to now...with Darci and two children soon to be born. Whilst on the subject, if I deign to christen them, 'twould do me the greatest honor if she would be godmother to one of them.

'Tis been quite the tumultuous time, my service to this organization, but I have enjoyed myself. 'Tis been terribly painful at times, and yet...I feel renewed and happier, more fulfilled than I possibly ever had. I owe you and all my collegues my life in more ways than one. I bid you adieu, mon general. May you find the peace you have always sought and may your children grow healthy and strong. Merde...I am weeping even as I write this...'twould be best to conclude. Adieu, mon ami, adieu.