Dear Brother,
I hope all is well with you. How does my garden fare? Are the potatoes sprouting yet? I wish I was there to see it and not here in this den of heretical horror. I understand how important our work at the Conservatory is, but I fear I shall never feel clean again after dealing with the remnants of Delilah's coven. Brothers, you cannot imagine how far from the Strictures these creatures have fallen! They have abandoned their humanity to wallow in Wanton Flesh like animals and to worship the Outsider with twisted, profane rituals. To read their writings is to blush with shame for such degraded beings. And for what? A fleeting taste of mortal power? Incomprehensible. I can’t wait to put their filth behind me and return home to the good, clean earth and bright sunshine of our quiet lives together.
Faithfully Yours
-Brother Hipolito