A pointy, sharp-like sort of messy cursive handwriting is sprawled upon this small letter.
"If your heart wishes to give heed to a creature measly in existence, to shine with utmost charity within the chambers of your own heart, or if you wish to simply gain an exemplary goodness with our watcher of above, have mercy on your fellow man! Too pathetic I am to come to the eyes of a brother and beg for nourishment, so I reside to belittle my existence with a hopeful note as to not shame my existence further than I have already to shame. If you wish to save a soul banished from human empathy, simply look to the discarded home across from this very structure. Inside you will find a lower basement, where a rusty furnace awaits your kind gift of some small meal and in hopes, a small coal in which to cook a night's hunt. In return, I give you what measly possessions I have, in the chest near the foyer of this abandoned home just before exiting, free yourself to take what you have earned as a good man. I also ask kindly from what forgotten heart I may have, that you keep this humble offering a secret gift, so that your hand may not even be prided in knowing what your other hand be doing. Thank you, kind sir, I look forward to your charitable kindness if you so feel compelled. If you choose not, alas, I may perish.
-The Serpent
"If your heart wishes to give heed to a creature measly in existence, to shine with utmost charity within the chambers of your own heart, or if you wish to simply gain an exemplary goodness with our watcher of above, have mercy on your fellow man! Too pathetic I am to come to the eyes of a brother and beg for nourishment, so I reside to belittle my existence with a hopeful note as to not shame my existence further than I have already to shame. If you wish to save a soul banished from human empathy, simply look to the discarded home across from this very structure. Inside you will find a lower basement, where a rusty furnace awaits your kind gift of some small meal and in hopes, a small coal in which to cook a night's hunt. In return, I give you what measly possessions I have, in the chest near the foyer of this abandoned home just before exiting, free yourself to take what you have earned as a good man. I also ask kindly from what forgotten heart I may have, that you keep this humble offering a secret gift, so that your hand may not even be prided in knowing what your other hand be doing. Thank you, kind sir, I look forward to your charitable kindness if you so feel compelled. If you choose not, alas, I may perish.
-The Serpent