Introduction
Wait your turn ... you and your army ... I have to talk to the pretty boy ... oh? It'z a coathanger, you zay? Ha! Ha! I do not know ... he wantsh to come to my room? Oh! No need to be like that .. I will not say my zecret. Oops! I told you right? Well ... for a gold coin I'll repeat myself, listen well ... but I'll tell you one or two more times ... no more.
Cunclusion
Hic! What are you waiting for? Oh! Yes my zecret ... I know how to cross the Tarasquan without getting killed ... Yes! Yes! I swear ...
You have to ask permission ... from whom? Uh ... wait .. there is a fishy guy at the Grisenar Inn ... he knowzh who to contact ...
Show him this paper .. and he will embrace you ... well ... actually .. it wazh me that embrashed him, but I am almost zure he did not run away ... I think ...
I'm going to sleep off my wine in a room ... you need zomething?
Letter from Migalys