My fellow Rom,
I need not tell you the state of things. You know. Many know firsthand.
In Drega'Mire, I have been shepherding refugees into and out of the land, many via our caravans. In doing so, I have seen many of us without kumpania, without caravan or kin to protect us.
Should you in your travels meet any of our kin who have become destitute, alone in the world, or in need in any way, send them to me. I will find a place for them in Drega'mire until such time as they can travel again, or can live again after loss. If all you can give is some bread and grappa to see them into another day, it is enough.
My caravan is open, brothers and sisters of the road. I hope you will open yours.
Latcho Drom, my friends,
Sergei Petsho
"What do you take me for? Some kind of big damn hero?"
Sergei Petsho, Voivode and Steward of Inovar, Owner and Masseur Extraordinaire of Magic Hands Massage.
"What, it's for my research, I swear!"
Nigel Whitworth, Gentleman Apothecary
"Here, kid, suck on this and shut up for a while."
Aengus MacAengus Hesperus, Professional Old Person
OOG: Chris Zipeto
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