Jailhouse Letter

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Inside the guard tower in right bottom corner: 3 well made beds food table, chairs, 2 large chests. Inside the chests there are some tools for keeping the tower, a handcuffs, sharpening stones and a key to the jailhouse connected to the tower. The table is set with 5 plates and but the food has started to rot some time ago.
Jailhouse In the jailhouse the are 3 cell doors , in two of the cells there are skeletons laying on the floor. (dead for about 10 weeks) the skelatons are wearing rags and common cloathing and one of them look like they were a poor beggar who had been arrested and the other one wearing a tiny bit more expensive cloths is holding a small letter in his hand. See letter "Jailhouse letter"

The store on the top right corner contains general goods but it seems to have hit hard times and seem void of anything even slightly valuable.  Behind a counter a tiny woman who greats you hesitantly. (Have never heard about her husband and seems irritated when questioned about the subject. Have never seen any guards going to or from the guard tower but have been wanting to complain to the city about the smell) on the top floor there is a simple living area with two beds, one large bed and one smaller, a table and 3 chairs and childs toy lay in one of the corners.

For my dear wife XXX
As you should be well aware of by now I've been arrested for fighting an officer by the name XXXXX at the tavern yesterday in a drunken rage, I don't think I am to blame for the fight since he started it both by dishonoring my name, but also by throwing the first punch, after I admit, answered in the same jest and described his shortcomings as leader of the guard and also as a gentleman of the cheats.
I'm writhing this letter to you in hopes that the guard bring it to you unread and today as he promised me to do yesterday.
After the fight I was waken in this cell by XXX the newest guard of the tower who started last week. He wanted a statement about what happend at the tavern for his report and gave me some being
He told me about my arrest, charges against me and explained that he had pulled some strings with the guards who arrested me to have me moved to this jail here instead of the dungeon of the castle, so that I could be closer to home and you and XXX (dotter) in hopes that you could come visit me more often in case the punishment would be more than a few days in jail. (I told you the boy was a good laddaughter I asked him to deliver this latter (that he provided me with the means of writing) in that case and to ask that you come visit me if my time behind bars would be a shorter stay. As he left I begged him not to tell you anything before I had time to write you this letter explaining what happend. He came and visited me one last time, bringing me a meal, before leaving for the day and promised me that he told the guards for the day posted at the tower not to tell you anything and to just write up any expenses for my stay in him meanwhile and that I could just pay him back once I got out again.
For the duration of the day none of the guards came to look in on me and I did not get a single meal for the entire day, witch may have been just as good since I was sleeping for most of the day, but when the light of the sun began to dissipate and torches should have been lit, still none of the guards came by. It was late in the night when I woke up from the angry shouts of a man being forced in to he cell across from mine, the man was clearly a beggar who screamed about something "stealing people", "erasing memories" and other nonsense. Before I had the chance to make my self known and request some food from the guards (it sounded like HHH, YYY , AAA and ZZZ guards) they had already left the building
I tried to stand up and found out that the beating I took in combination with the lack of nourishment  made it impossible for me to do more than breath and endure the pain inside my head and bones letting out a short sigh. The crazy man continued to yell about "a growing evil" and "rising beast" for a few more hours before he quieted down and I once again ventured for a heighten position and Succeeding withthis, I felt braver than I earned and cleared my throat and was felt as if a lightning-bolt hi my bones and my blood felt as if on fire and I collapsed back on the floor, noticing what felt like stab wounds in between my shoulders.  Upptäkas av vakter och misstänkt för fel Få samtal om ondskan med tiggare XXX-vakt försvinner Tiggaren glömmer vakter vakter försvinnner en om gången tiggaren försvinner svårt att minnas tidigare nämnda utom fru antagande om galenskap och författarens död

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