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*I take it and read it*
*The paper reads*
I am sorry to bother you with this, but I have run out of options. My name is Ezra Valliant, former only female Paladin of God's Legion. I have been reduced to a mere rouguelike, due to an unfortunate ending to a decades long war. A demon by the name of Vezlok, Of Might ripped me of a propper way to communicate, and injured me beyond normal repair. He and his army slaughtered millions. We defeated his army over time, but the damage was near irreparable, much like my own predicament. He killed my son, and my husband. I knew your kind the moment you arrived, someone much above us mere mortals. I understand if you refuse to help, but I beg of you. Help me kill Vezlok. Allow us to rid our lands of this menace, and if you could... if at all possible... help me find a way of fixing myself. Its like every time I speak, I am swallowing glass. Its unbearable. Its cost me nearly everything.... please sir. I beg of you to help.