[IC] The Redbrand Hideout
"I see." Willow gives Zhaquadan a shrewd look. "Odd you waited until now to share this with the rest of us. Though, considering all you've been though today, I think it's fair to overlook that."
She glances over at Glasstaff's unconscious body. "I'm still having a bit of trouble seeing things clearly myself. From this scoundrel's magic, no doubt. Even now there's something nagging the back of my head about it. Who knows how Glasstaff got ahold of this letter? Clearly Albrek is the real villain here - but could it be that Glasstaff is just an honest man who got caught up in it all? Maybe he opposed Albrek, and somehow intercepted this letter before it could do any more harm?"
Willow looks into Steamknuckle's eyes. "But no. When I look that square in the face, I see it for the lie it is." She spits on the ground in Glasstaff's direction. "This letter ended up on Glasstaff's desk because it was meant for him. Glasstaff is Albrek. Played everyone like a fiddle...and me the loudest. Sildar sure will be interested to hear about this."
She looks away, frustrated and more than a little ashamed.