The Caspian: On your way to the oasis, you will pass by the entrance to a camp, marked by some vehicles and large, rusted out ship on a hill. The letter is on a stool under an umbrella, next to the truck with the cages. The camp is west of the lighthouse and south of the oasis.
Pray tell me, Ivan, what is this new "president" of the Canyon? Where did he pick up the notion of sending insulting letters to me? Is it just me, or is he rebelling against our power? Where did he come from, and do I only hear about him now, when the situation is so close to getting out of hand?
It looks to me that you people have been slacking off there! A situation out of control means spoiled goods, which means losses. MY losses. Now, I want you on the ground, making everything fine and dandy again. Failing that, you will bear responsibility and compensate all of my losses out of your own pocket. This is your fuckup, so this is only just.
And yes, however it all ends, you can partially compensate your guilt by presenting that people's tribune before me, alive. I would like to take a look at him.