You said they'd be here on Monday by noon! Well, I waited for AGES to pick up that parcel for Oswald Anders... prepared a wagon and everything, since you said it'll be heavy. All for nothing! Tell the Conway brothers to send a raven when they get here. Although... if they tried to cut through Umber Hollow, we might shirk them for good. In my defense: I told them not to take that route. It might be their last.

Shortcut through Umber Hollow was a bad call, but we had no choice! That laggard Hank snoozed, so we'd be late to Trade Outpost "Blazing Rock" without some quick thinking... And I'd lose my gold coin! We can't have that, see? Of course, Hank slept through his nightwatch resting in Jasper Isles... Stupid! Reckless! We lost the goods upon fleeing... no matter. We'll write our own letter! And the gift, well... Blacksmith won't know it's missing. I'll sign something lovely, get my creative juices flowin'... Hank can help. Guy will be none the wiser. Easy, ya see?

I only dozed off for a second or two, I swear!! I thought my brother would wake me, but no! The foul breath of an outlaw ripped me from my dreams. I woke Mathew, and we dashed out. In our rush, we even dropped the gift and the note that the girl wanted us to ship!! What now? Ah, whatever. So what if some creeps roughed us up? So what if we lost the stupid present!? "Time to improvise," Mathew said. "We'll write our own letter. Nice lookin' paper! Pristine! He won't know, ya see?" So now we just have to sign, but there's an issue. I forgot her stupid name!! Rachel? Reagan?? If I only didn't drop that cursed letter back in Jasper Isles...