Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-25356210-20160316150501/@comment-26258526-20160318224338

In the saddle bag he finds a letter covered in smeared wax, as if someone had placed a seal and then put it into the bag without letting it dry. Opening the bag you see

Dear Glosur

My old friend. I have sent my son to you as one last favor, keep him safe. For even as I write this letter the orcs breach another hole in the wall. Trav my first son has fallen along with Barret in defense of our capital south of Dale. Bowen is choking on his blood but sends his regards. Please take care of my last son Glosur. I draw my sword one last now in defense of this ancient fortress.

Travian

The letter is dotted with blood.