*this message is found in an envelope tacked to the door of the inn, with the hammer and scale symbol of Tyr stamped on it* Greetings and hello, my name is Sir Anirion Be'for, Paladin of Tyr and knight in the Order of the Merciful Sword. This letter is an attempt to rally all the followers of our lord of justice in order to stand as a frontline against the evils occuring in Cormyr. Followers of dark gods gather under our noses, and this is truly unacceptable. For those brave enough to help me ferret them out, seek me in person. May Tyr bring justice to your life!
Most of Isinhold was tucked away in a feigned sense of comfort and safety. The silence of the sleeping town broken only by heavy footsteps. The moonlight glinting off their dark armor, two men made their way toward the Inn. It had been a long and eventful day and now was time to visit a "friend", Kale would still be awake to serve food and drink.
Upon reaching the door the tacked envelope rustling in the night wind caught his eye. Ripping it down, they entered the Inn and walked towards the table by the fire. He pulled out the message and began reading. Without looking up, he spoke out, "Kale hot food and plenty of fine ale for...'[/b] his request cut short with a chuckle.
Sitting, he turned to his companion and motioned to stay standing, "It appears we will not share the feast after all. Read this, commit it to memory. Replace it in the original spot and take word to the alliance. Go and be swift![/b]
The other read the message carefully, placed it back in the envelope and nodded to his commander. Without a sound the man set off to carry out his orders.
Kale approached the table bringing another pitcher of ale. Looking up, the patron finished off another glass and grinned at the tavern owner, tossing him a bag of coin. "No one can say Ranan is not a generous man!"[/b] He let out a hearty laugh.