Dewy blinked as she the words "FORWARDED" stamped on the envelope that had not been addressed to her originally. Narrowing her eyes, she silently swore to herself as she tore open the letter. After a few moments reading the letter, she grabbed a charcoal pencil from her bag and scribbled out a hasty reply.
I dun know o what decided t bring yeh back to the land o the livin. I dun ask questions bout sech tings. But from what I remember yeh seem the same an I believe yeh when yeh says yer yeh. Far as I'm concerned jest go pick up a tabard from the vendors an yer set.
Aye we could use anoter bar wench. Report fer work this comin sunday before 6 in the evenin. We'll get yeh set up. Oh an a lil suggestion, the less clothin the higher the tips 
~ D.F.
((Just hit me or any of the other higher ups and we'll get you back in

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