**The following is an explanation of a bug. The human liaison has now been following around the mayor for several years, since before his guards were killed, and has never left nor gone insane.
The Letters of Ostri Gladspine, merchant prince of the Satiny Realms of Shooting. 2nd of Opal.
To my darling wife,
How I long to lay my eyes on you once more, and to kiss your lips. I don't know if these letters reach you, since you never reply, but it is my hope that they do.
For... maybe five years now... I can no longer remember how long exactly, I have waited here patiently for Mayor Ironblood to make time for me. At first it seemed so easy, like any other time.
Then my guards died, and I was advised to wait here for some resolution of that. It now appears as though more information will come to light that will secure my return home.
I have been desperately trying to convince Ironblood to allocate more resources to it, but he is unwilling to turn hands away from the spectacular projects within this fortress.
I followed him night and day, constantly nagging him to do something, and at last, my nagging has come to fruition.
The arrival of the priestess of Armok has sparked some renewed interest in the case. The Priestess herself seems interested in the occurrence, and has begun sincere investigations.
Ironblood has received a report and will speak with me regarding it when he waks up. Then, finally, I shall take my leave. Finally I shall return home. Finally I shall lay eyes on you once more, my darling wife.
Yours in love,
Ostri Gladspine.