Recruitment Letter
From Manath's Campaign Wiki
The Courier
The courier's approach toward you is unmistakable; a wild-eyed dwarf, fumbling with nearly a dozen rolls of vellum, his gaze locked clearly in your direction.
You scarcely have time to notice the Royal Badge of Mirabar on his breastplate before he violently slams down a document, his black-oiled beard a foot from your face. He smells strongly of mead.
Glaring intently, he stabs your chest twice with a gloved finger, and nods his head toward the parchment. It's clearly a bounty.
The bounty smells strongly of mead.
As your gaze returns to the dwarf's unblinking stare, he slowly unrolls a second page and slides it toward you. It's clearly a map.
The map smells strongly of mead.
