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"G!

Since I went into retirement seven years ago, I often think about our enterprises, and I have watched your most interesting career.
I was pleased by how you got rid of that sanctimonious prophet called Karras.  
But lately I lost track of you, and it took more than a half of my savings to deliver this letter to you.

To get to the point, I need your help. You have to come to Neuchatel where I own a little pub in the poorest section of the town.
Not very noble, but my own!"

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"In fact, I'm not the person in trouble, but someone ...eh, don't think I'm getting sentimental these days...I really love!
Her name is Isabella. My love for her is the same as a father's for his daughter, and I just can't bear her suffering anymore.
I can't get any more specific in a letter that may end up in the wrong hands, but let me say this much: the wealthy parts of the city are mostly unexplored by our old mates.
If you decide to help us out, meet me in my pub THE THIRSTY BLACKJACKED. 
Don't take the front entry, it's well observed by Sheriff Hagen and his well-trained men."

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"There's a hidden entrance at the back of my inn. For a man as highly skilled as you are G., it should be easy to locate.
As I'm not able to pay you, I'm leaving some equippment there to lower your costs and make your job easier.
In case I am not there, I'll also leave some information for you.

Yours, Frank

Ps.: My bodyguards have been informed about your arrival."