Renz,
We finally found the huntsman who tipped us off the whereabouts of the manumit stash. Or to be precise: the dogs found what was left of him. Those fucking monsters took their time playing with him before they finally cut his throat.
Of course, they took his ears after they killed him. Then tossed his body in the forest, would never have found him if one of the mutts hadn’t caught his rotting scent.
I’d like to track them down and repay the kindness they did to the huntsman. Let me know if you and your boys are in.
In the name of Knyaz Brencis and all that.
Ulbert