A White Letter For Mauric

[*Tomekk]

A rather overweight, pale half-orc could be seen making his way to the Armory, his street-ready attire and Fated badge marking him as a designated runner for the day. He insisted on delivering a letter to Lesser Doomlord Ashtortet himself.

Mauric, mate,

Your offer does sound wonderful indeed, for it is high time I changed the scenery from endless shelves of dusty pages to some wonderful, civilized outdoors. Perhaps once we settle the triffle at the Barracks, we could organize some form of game between the lads as we enjoy some fine wine.

Let us make our arrival at once, I'm sure word of our move will travel faster than the overweight chap I sent on exercise.

Ra'zeth