| Letter from Benen | - Benen: Fergus, I send this letter from a far shore you will never see. Little makes me happier knowing so.
- Curt and cold
- Benen: The bottle consumed you long ago. Took what little sense washed around that head of yours.
- Curt, some anger
- Benen: I couldn’t stand it no more. The whinging. The pissing about.
- Blunt, angry
- Benen: I leave Marowen, my home, to be free of you. Free of your misfortune.
- Angry, cutting with words
- Benen: I wash my hands of you.
- Curt
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