Roelon sits at a weathered oak desk inside a wooden cabin, mulling over a parchment with quill in hand.

The Giantkin exhales slowly and gazes at his work.

Hail to ye Chieftan.

Ah hope this letter finds ye. Though ah hae left many moons ago, against the advice of our Shaman, know that ah did so to protect our village.

As ah did before so many years ago to find mah father.

Ah write ye now in hopes of asking for aid. The Mayor of Icemule seeks out something that will help town stop a great threat. He must

journey across the Dragonspine to do this. Should ye see this man, one who is called Talliver Dabbings, please offer him refuge and supplies.

Ah give permission to unseal and use of the cache ah left behind. Evil spreads and if it cannae be stopped soon, it will extend its reach to even

up there.

Mah hands and magic will do what they kin to help the Mayor and his Council. Please nae think of this as folly, the danger is very much real.

Signed Roe’l, son of Shae’on”

Roelon gently rolls the parchment up, slips it into a thick leathery tube and seals it when a single Saramar rune.

A stiff cold breeze snakes in from the outside through an open door of tge cabin, followed by a musical snarl.

Without looking Roelon deeply says, “Come in, Keri, yir friend is most welcome.”

A massive snowy white tiger slowly enters, followed by a smaller yet just as fearsome pale blue puma.

Roelon gently rubs the white tiger head and nods to the Puma.

The puma emits a soft growl and sits expectingly.

“Right then,” Roelon says firmly. “Straight to business it is.” He reaches slowly towards the pumas neck and securely fastens the tube around it.

Roelon wistfully says, “Take this back home.”

The Puma purrs and nimbly flits out of the cabin.

“Lets hope it reaches there in time, Keri.” Roelon says while scratching the back of the white tiger’s ears.