Master Coldfinger,
Puppetmasters are pulling strings and events are being set in motion by unknown parties. A power from shadowed lands is again walking among men. If you return from your travels, send missive to the Arms in Leringard before you depart again. My informatiion would be most intriguing...
Your Servant,
Stygian Achnuman
*Hours later an aged and limping dwarf walks by the front door in the interior of the house. He looks as though he has seen much and fought many. He looks unpleased and grumbles when he sees the letter pushed under the door. He picks it up and lays it on a small table piled high with similar unopened letters and packages*
