A somewhat battered leaf of yellowing parchment rests upon one of the larger tables of the Wild Surge inn, one corner of the thrice-folded letter tucked into a gap between the sanded wooden boards. Clearly visible, in slightly smudged, but still easily legible charcoal markings, is the adress "For Acacea Dragonrider-," spelled out with a somewhat stylized, angular script. When unfolded, the page reads as clearly as its outer label, though the charcoal is further smudged, and even bled a bit on one edge, where someone had apparently spilled thier drink. "To Acacea Dragon-riding, Rat-wrestling, Spider-slaying, Chasm-jumping, Bread-tasting, and-a-whole-host-of-other-things Thistletounge: I apologize for my sudden departure the other night; I had forgotten why I make it a rule to drink nothing other than wine, whiskey, brandy, and rum. I was suddenly reminded, and was forced to make a rather hasty exit, so as not to ruin those fine vestements you seem so fond of wearing. I hope we could give our conversation another try, and perhaps you could tell me more about that dragon you mentioned. I still have a few errands to run in Hlint; things to deliver, lost trinkets to retrieve, a bit more pocket change to collect, that sort of thing... But I hope that when I've settled all of that, we could find our way to Leilon, and I could buy you a proper drink at that 'Leilon Arms' place you spoke of. That city sounds like more of a place then Hlint, in any case. I hope you're finding yourself well, and not losing any more travelling companions to spiders. Best of wishes, ~ PYYRAN R[SIZE=10]AHTH[/SIZE], 'ADVENTURER'. P.S. If you are not Acacea, it is requested that you return this letter to its place on the table. Thank you."
