Blade Maidens: Strays – 9

“Hi, me.

It’s you.

If you’re reading this, you had a pretty fucking bad night. Otherwise you would’ve left this note be. But since you’re gonna have a wolf-brain hangover for a day or two, pay attention.

First order of business: Steal some clothes. Doesn’t matter what kind, just don’t have your tits out walking down the road or people will ask questions.

[The following is written in a different color ink] You can have your tits out a little bit, it’ll help with the next part.

Second: Get some food in you. Water too. Don’t drink any alcohol yet, you don’t need to put more mess in your brain. You can try and go through some tavern’s rubbish pile if you need to, but unless you got really worked over you can probably get a free meal or two from anyone who smells like they’re into you.

Third: Coin. If you’ve still got a guitar, fantastic. Go set up in a corner of a marketplace, leave out something for donations and start playing. You’ll remember, our fingers never forget. If you don’t, then check the inner lining of your pack. Should be a few gold in a little pocket. Buy a new one.

[The following is in yet another different color of ink.] Gold’s gone. Steal some.

Keep your head down and lay low for a day or two, you’ll be back to normal. Just don’t do anything overly wolf-y. Piss in privies, or out in the woods. You don’t have to mark anything. And do NOT growl at any dogs. It’s a dead giveaway and they’re all chickenshit anyways.

Good luck,


– A letter tucked in the lining of Mel’s hat, sporting a black lipstick kiss on the outside.