Ruithondor's letters

Brother,

You are the scum I scrub off the bottom of my feet after I walk through the whore houses of the slums. That being said I hope you haven't pissed off too many men who would slit your throat in the night. I heard rumor that a talented singer is suspected of charming an entire in out of their coin and their clothing. I hope to the gods you aren't this sloppy. If not you should teach your fans a lesson in what happens to those who soil your reputation. The business is going well, though that contact you gave me in regards to the "rabbits horn" flaked. You might need to give him incentive to work with me soon. My buyers are getting twitchy, and you know how stupid people get when they cant get their stuff. Don't forget to send mom some silver. This time don't send it with a client who makes her work for it. She may be a whore but she doesnt need her son to fucker with her. I swear, your dad must have been so fucked up in the head, its amazing he fucked the right hole. Hope the seas are still treating you well. Have you heard any more rumors about the crew of "Golden Nymph"? I heard they haven't returned to these docks since they heard they failed to kill me. If you find them I forbid you from killing them. They are mind to get my fair due. I might allow you to help, though last time we worked together I think I was fucked up for a week.

Dont be stupid brother,
Ruithondor

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Big brother Ruithy,

You worry too much about your dear little brother. You know I only piss of people who would slit my throat when I am sure they think I am you! As far as my fans are concerned I consider their silly little ruse so basic and charming (no pun intended). How could a mother hen ever discourage his little budding children. I mean, whats the worse that could happen? A jail full of devoted followers who would deify the one who inspired them and freed them just in time for a certain "job" to be performed. My sweet muscular big brother, despite your talents, you need to use that thing in your head more often then the head in your pants. I need to check up on my contact. He seems to have missed our last "tea time." If the great gods be merciful he only missed it because he was a sloppy fool who got caught and not a dead fool walking. As far as our mother is concerned, I know for a fact that she loved the man I sent her. I picked one like your father, an Elf who needs to slum with a human whore as filthy and low-base as he can find to remind himself of his superiority. But YOU never need to be reminded of that brother, you ALWAYS will be my superior older brother. In regards to your adorable little vendetta, I have only heard the same as you. The birds we have here to send letters are reliable and I have my network of men working as many ships as I can.

Hope the land isnt making your cock too raw,
Rafenas

P.S. When we worked last time I only did what seemed necessary at the time. I cant help that I love to fuck with peoples minds...and if my big brother just happened to accidentally be charmed...well I'm sure the men you fucked afterwords helped you forget...unless each of your conquests just happened to look like your dear sweet brother as you were using them....