page_0: "To whomever it shoulds't concern,

This humble servant of the Builder sends you this missive, in hopes of solving a very unfortunate and delicate affair which can not be tolerated any longer. I feel it is my duty and my right to inform you about certain activities my dubious neighboring leaseholders do to this community."

page_1: "First order of business being this foulmouth and unsavory butcher fellow named Simon Blackheart. As if I've been punished by the Builder himself, I find myself in the unlucky situation of being directly connected to his storage room via the ventilation shafts. Contrary to their function of making my room fresh of air and free from nauseous smells, his obscure spices spread a heinous smell throughout my room. I can not work any longer with those foul aromas which are, at best, a harassment to the olfactory organ."

page_2: "Secondly, I must inform you that I suspect this Miss Barlow of practicing pagan rituals after seeing some of her plants - without any doubt they are creations of the Trickster himself!
I insist that all this savagery must stop at once!

May my words be heard by an open mind,
Friend Vildin"