Let this be my testament, for I fear the Fellowship of Honest Toil will soon kill me. I was begging in the streets of Anvil when the fellowship took me in, promising a better life and a purpose. That life was to be chained to a worktable and that purpose was to craft trinkets to sell for the cult. I learned the names of local officials in Anvil who are in their pay but lost that list my escape. The fellowship must have found that list and are now hunting me down.

The leaders of the fellowship are not true worshipers of Zenithar, but rather charlatans hiding behind their faith. Take word to where hammer and hand are honored, the Crafter's Square in Kvatch. Concerned allies may have posted something there.

Bless you and pray for my soul.