This was the second communique from Mythe’s secret gang of debonair Drow. As with the first letter, this one is written in a jumble of phrases that seem to fit but don’t make sense if taken at face value. Our Rogue had a fun time deciphering these notes and being able to do rogue things with a Paladin and a Cleric within arms length. Can you figure out what it says. Let me know in the comments below!
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