My Queen,

My abject apologies for the delay in this offering to you, I hope the quality of experiences offered shall prove sufficient payment. Offered are recollections of a diaspora, indentured servitude, friends forgotten, companions gained, small victories against insurmountable odds and defeats from callous indifference. Into Your care I place these wanderers when their last step falls.

My previous summation of my situation has born out to an extent, some of the experiences have been provided by other colleagues within the Efficient Beurocratic Adventuring Company - perhaps the exchange has eased their burden. However the details are more dire than I first thought as it is clear that the expectations of the Efficient Beurocratic Adventuring Company involve dealing with the undead.
Our last ‘job’ was to assist a Mummy-Lord’s return to the afterlife on behalf of her undead servants, assistance that was grudgingly rendered. The whole ordeal left a filthy taste in my mouth, the only consolation I can offer is that it appears we were successful and the undead should return to their correct place in relatively short order.
Warnings from the new colleagues indicate that a great many of our tasks will relate to the undead, I just hold hope that I shall be granted sufficient opportunity to dispatch them and the cause for their dislocation with haste.

Your ever-faithful Collector,
Lia