Dear Martina Crisca,
Congratulations on being promoted to the Imperial Academy at Castel Graupian. I'm sure you'll quickly become one of that institution's premier scholars! Yet before you set off for Nilfgaard, I, old Victor Monnart, would like to ask you for a small favor. You know my sons, you played together as children – so you know how hard it is to coax them to get along. I feel in my bones it will soon come time for me to leave this vale of tears, yet I shall go with a heavy heart knowing Auguste, Hugo and Lucien will go at each other's throats as soon as I pass. Thus I have dismantled my famed still into three parts and ask you, my darling Martina, to hide them from my sons. Perhaps searching together for the missing pieces of a machine which will give them wealth will bind them together and forever put an end to these foolish quarrels. In exchange for your trouble, I have included a modest pouch of coin. I wish you good luck!
Your Devoted Servant,