((A set of handwritten letters strewn about the stables, markets, and commercial hubs of several major Bree-Land settlements.))
To all the good merchants and legitimate working folk of these fine lands, I am Bandoloc Hayweather, long time business-hobbit of Staddle and beyond. Know now that on not one, but now two separate occasions, I have been accosted by uncouth rascals claiming to be collecting their so-called "monthly fines." While I have been innocently peddling my wares within the intended safety of Bree's walls, providing service to the people of this good town, these unrepentant criminals have destroyed my stock and posed threat to my life, and the lives of others.
This cannot go on, and I have it on good authority the perpetrators of these attacks ally with the so-called group who refer to themselves as "The Network," these folk hide and creep among the people of this town, many of them keeping legitimate businesses in the town. The injustice peddled by these thugs cannot continue, if by any chance you should know the identity of any member of the network, I encourage you to come forth and provide evidence and testament to their crimes. Until we see The Network wiped from our town however, I encourage all merchants of this land to make yourselves as hard to prey upon as you can, band together whenever you must travel, hire protection if you can afford to, or if possible learn to take up the defense for yourself and your neighbors.
We are Bree-Landers, we have survived their lot before, we shall do so again.
-Bandoloc Haywether