There's something under the cloth.

Something can be felt under the cloth.
Is this... a letter?
I'm leaving this letter before I depart.
I ran away from O'draxxia with the father of the child
to give birth and raise her out here.
We didn't have much, but we were happy.
However... one day, he did not return.
I could tell why. He was captured by the Ahib...
I cannot live on without him.
Therefore, I decided to return to O'draxxia. But...
I cannot take... our child with me.
She will most definitely grow up as a slave if she goes to O'draxxia.
Even though we ran away, we cannot breakaway from these chains
for the rest of our lives.
I'm leaving a fire by the tent.
If you are an adventurer passing by, please, take our child with you...