[Scrawled in a mix of sharp penmanship and casual ink blots, pinned underneath the notice, written with a roguish flair and a smudge of ale stain in the corner.]
Right. So, we’ve got a dream-invading ghost dragon calling itself the Azure Flame, poking into people's skulls and puppeteering corpses like some kind of sick stage show. Great.
Zerelestria, huh? Sounds fancy. Bit too fancy for my taste, honestly. But I’ve seen what happens when ancient shit wakes up hungry, and this one’s already got a warlord dancing to her tune. That’s bad. Real bad. But not hopeless.
Now, I ain’t the brains of the operation...hells, I skipped out on book lessons more often than not, but I know a couple things: traps, fights, and getting in where I shouldn’t be. And if this Flame’s locked away somewhere cold and secret, then it sounds like she’s sitting behind one hell of a lock. Lucky for us, we got a couple of people able to deal with those.
You need scouts, saboteurs, or someone to drink with while we plan? I’m in. Tymora’s led me out of worse than this, and maybe, just maybe, she’s shoving me toward this mess on purpose. Either way, I’m not planning on sitting this one out.
Just don’t expect me to read anything longer than this note without help.
-V
