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The tall dutchman seems too enraptured to be bothered at the moment, so you approach the Asian man writing his letter. Square faced with a filthy set of facial hair, clad in blue dress clothes and a low-hanging pony-tail which pulls back all of his black hair, the man writes a letter in his native tongue with a calligraphy pen. Not well, despite how nice the pen and pleasantly textured the paper on which he writes. Detecting your presence, he speaks up.
"They read the letters, you know," he remarks in a gravelly voice. His voice rises and swells up and down, as slow as the tide. You express a bit of confusion at his words, and he goes on as he leaves broad marks on his page. "I was talked down to a week ago. They didn't like how I vented my frustration over specifics of a mission, in a letter addressed to my friends in Nippon." With a heavy exhale through his nose, he paused as he began to write the next line. "I am not certain you have a care for it. I am merely certain I wished to tell someone."
That's a little concerning, but given the sensitive nature of Stormwatch's mission, you can understand why they might want to seal up any possible leaks. You'll have to consider that in your next letter to papa. "Uh, thanks. Who would I be speaking to?"
"Call me Yoshimitsu," he answers with a trained grit. "Manhunter."
"I am Fiona Jarnafeldt. Level two Trollslayer."
An enlightened grunt marked the end of his trail of thought as he set the pen down.