The Silverwhisker Missives...

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Letter from Trowzers, the Khajiit, to Zertrows, the Bosmer.
It looks like this missive was scratched with an inked claw. One corner is damp with seawater, and it smells faintly of Bugloss.

My dear Zertrows,
Do not fear, all is well with your sister-cub, and this one hopes this missive also finds you well. Your sister misses you, so far away over the seas, and can only hope your return to the great forests of Valenwood was more joyful than your leaving.

However, this one has a bone to pick with you. Zertrows advised this one to stay in Kenarthi's Roost and pick flowers, and Trowzers did this quite happily. This one also learned dancing at the Temple here, and the sun was warm and the sands soft and everything was good. But Kenarthi's Roost is no longer such a safe place. It seems the Maomer have their eye on it, and other unnatural forces - and so, following your advice, Trowzers jumped ship for Vulkhel Guard in order to be safe. And yesterday Trowzers sought out the warehouse that Zertrows told her to find, if ever she was in need of work and new contacts.

But instead of a safe harbor, what did this one find? Harsh words! Angry faces! Drawn weapons! It seems the guild Zertrows recommended to this one is not as secure as her sister thought!

Let this one explain - in these times Trowzers did not think it wise to approach strangers without first doing a little background checking, as old Ma'jo advised us, so Trowzers skulked around the warehouse, trying to be casual while listening in on the conversation. But instead of a little eavesdropping, this one found herself trapped behind a barrel as the Guild members started quibbling with a Thalmor representative. Arguing with the Thalmor! Who needs such trouble in these times? And the tensions were not just with the interloper - there seems to be plenty of ruffled fur among the guild members themselves! At the first opportunity, this one took her leave and left the Khajiit to go off on some mission, while Trowzers headed to the Inn for a little stress relief.

So Trowzers asks her sister - are you sure this was the right warehouse? Perhaps you can give this one more contact information? This one does not want to get off on the wrong paw, or get caught up in someone else's troubles.

May you walk on warm sands, sister.
~Trowzers

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Letter from Works-With-Metal, the Argonian, to Trowzers, the Khajiit.
This missive was delivered hidden inside a shipment of herbs and runes, from an unknown location.

Trowzers,

Be glad you aren't here - all this mud and water would be no good for your fur. But it's soothes my scales to be back on home grounds. Have you heard from old Ma'Jo? With the current tensions, it's hard to get letters through. I was hoping to catch up with her down the river, but the tension on the mainland just gets worse and worse.

Hope you enjoy these few things I dug up on my travels. Just a few roots and stones, but I have no use for them (those two Kuta I rescued from a sack right under the feet of a soldier - he'd trampled them into the mud without even seeing them!) I also made this belt with the iron you sent, which I hope serves you well. The Bandaari Traders always get things to me somehow - I recommend you keep using them if you wish to send more letters. Maybe they can help me get in touch with old Ma as well.

Anyway, I'll keep things brief - stay warm, little sister. And keep safe. I am doing my best to keep my claws out of the current troubles, but it's hard to do that and stay out of suspicion!

May the river bring us together again,
~Works-With-Metal

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Letter from Ma'Jo Silver (aka Silverwhiskers), to Works-With-Metal.
This letter is written in Silverwhisker code on the reverse of an order for armor - Ma'jo devised the code herself, where the series of dots and lines appear to simply be ink seeping through from the writing on the front of the page

Works! Little egg! This one is worried!

Ma's plan to seek new sands in the North-West has left her stuck in unfriendly territory. And Works urge to visit home waters has led to similar troubles. This ones hopes Works finds shelter among her fellow Argonians.

But one must make the best of difficult times. This one has ensured a powerful artifact on the island of Stros M'Kai was destroyed, instead of being used by the Covenant King. Ma'Jo despises politics, but does not trust these Kings. Ma'Jo fears that under their hands, Khajiit would become slaves just as Work's people were not so long ago. The Altmer are a bunch of stale radishes - all mucky-mucky high ups, but the Queen is an exception. Ma'Jo would tip the balance her way.

But enough - this one would send you Moonsugar Cookies like in old times, but Moonsugar is hard to come by here. May the sun shine on your scales, little one. Stay safe!

~Mama Silver