This letter can be found near a satchel and a small puddle of blood, along the Great East Road, between the Bree Land Homsteads and Forsaken Inn. The deliverer of this message seems to have been attacked by goblins or bandits, but their actual fate is unknown.
Ricashay Ashenvault,
My advisors have urged me to step down from my position as Master, and I have followed their guidance. My failing mental-health is no longer fit for leading the Witherland. The Masters of Greyhearth and the Gwibdolar Kingdom have agreed that you should be the next leader of Black Market Witherland. I will remain to be what assistance I can to you, as a seneschal, for your experience in leadership is not quite as great as your determination and skill. I wish you all the luck in the future with the Witherland, for it has fell on hard times. Whether it will last, I do not know, but it is yours now.
Many Commendations, Narcrabor.
