Those three little rascals—Fu, Lu, and Shou—can't read or write, but they insisted on sending you a letter. So…
Those three little rascals—Fu, Lu, and Shou—can't read or write, but they insisted on sending you a letter. So, this old man will be writing it for them. Whatever they said, I wrote, so don't mind the rambling.
Fu: Old Shan, write this: Big Guy, after we parted ways at the Furnace, we were all really worried about you.
Shou: Don't write that! I wasn't worried about that big dumb-dumb at all!
Fu: But you were! You were running in circles so fast, Fu-Fu's eyes got dizzy!
Shou: No, I wasn't! You remembered wrong, dummy Fu-Fu!
Lu: Stop arguing! Weren't we going to tell $T(2001) about the treasure? Old Shan, write this: we were worried, so we snuck back into the Furnace to find you. But turns out you're so strong, you'd already fought your way out! We picked up some treasures along the way. Since these are no use to us, we all agreed they should go to you.
Shou: I never said to give them to $T(30)!
Lu: Fine, fine! You didn't say this, it was me and Fu-Fu.
Shou: Then don't make it sound like just you two decided!
Fu: Oh! I understand! A'Shou's being... um... donkey lips and horse mouth?
Lu: Don't you mean saying one thing but meaning another?
Shou: Little Fu, did you just call me a donkey?!
Fu: I-I-I did not! Why would you think you're a donkey?!
...
Sigh. Now Little Fu and Little Shou are fighting, Little Lu's trying to break it up,
and this old man's head is spinning from the noise. Who knows when they'll stop.
Anyway, I won't wait on them anymore.
Wanderer, when you have time, come by the old man's "Sepulchral Curios" shop in the Ghostlight Market. You can pick up the treasures they brought back from the Buried Tomes.