At the end of a long and exhausting day there comes a knock on your door. Standing up, you wander over and open it, curious as to who would be seeking your audience. Huffing in a rather breathless manner stands a young man that appears to be barely out of his teens. As the door opens, he visibly straightens and bows to you in a formal manner, one hand extending before him slightly. Resting in his palm sits a sealed scroll, the wax impression stamped upon it familiar to you.
Taking it carefully from the message bearer, you see that the seal is marked with the signet of your old friend Gustav, a one time mentor and patron of yours. Breaking the wax, you unroll the parchment and begin to read:
