Mr Reginald Underwood, Esq., Duly Appointed Mayor of the Halflings, Day 4, Shire Reckoning,
A most noble and gracious hero offered up his services to me on this day. How he was communicating with me from his position on the surface, I am not quite sure. Perhaps its more of this so-called 'magic' that I possess. In any case, I was all too happy to oblige. I am not sure if he can facilitate my escape in any more of an expedient fashion than I myself and my growing mob of escapees are already doing, but it certainly cannot hurt. In any case, the income in both gold and magical crystals he brings to the table more than makes up for any shortcomings due to distance, and I am grateful for it. Not only that, but this Fromage 67 seems to inhabit a veritable Shangri-La, a land of milk and honey, a cornucopia, if you will, where happy, barefoot halflings do wander idly, just waiting to be enlisted into my new surface army. Not only that, but the dutiful Fromage was able to recruit yet another hero to my cause, though he is something of a Creepy Fellow. Nevertheless, I consider my fortunes to now be strictly on the Up and Up, as they say, and I have no doubt that my newly knighted Sir Rosen Stern shall set to work with his, er, uh, chicken foot, and dig us free, posthaste!
As ever, I remain,
Your humble servant,
R. Underwood.
PS - I must send a note to Fromage about the somewhat alarming number of unsavory rogues populating my troops.
PPS -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBZs_Py-1_0