Sigil: City of Doors

My brethren of Sigil,

I, the monk Wren of Trill, son of Ortharas, have, by the patience and love of those assisting me, completed my project: a house lies in the Hive, willing to offer healing, shelter, food or education to any and all who need them or want them.

I owe a great debt of help to my brothers and sisters who have made this possible, including those who will shoulder the workload beside me. Here I must once again, however, make requests of you, my friends.

We would treasure your time. If you feel confident and skilled enough to teach children an ability or knowledge you may have acquired or know how to tie a reasonable bandage, we would like just a little of your time, if you could see your way to doing so.

Alternatively, material support - in the shape of food, books, medicines and such - would be highly appreciated. Coin would be acceptable, but loving thought in selecting a gift for us would be valued highly.

I thank you for your time, my friends. Find us if you suffer, for we will offer help in any capacity we can.

Blessings, and go well always.
Wren.

Eve comes forward, she already offered her services as a teacher to the children long ago.

"I will help if you will still have me."

Wren's warm, smiling response would be "My sister, you must know your aid would honour me. My home is yours, of course."