Letter from Tatzlford
Greetings, my Queen!
Would that I had the opportunity to contact you via missive in gentler times. Since its founding, Tatlzford has faced many challenges, but recent rumours of a much more disturbing sort abound. A woman has come to Tatzlford bearing warnings that, if they are to be believed, indicate we may face a terrible threat. She speaks of armies of bandits, hordes of barbarians, and worse organizing to the west beyond the Hooktongue Slough. To date we have had no trouble with these elements, but this woman is qute convincing. She tells us an army is marching on Tatzleford. If this is true, we will need our aid in defending our homes. Please come as soon as you can.
In good faith, your obediant and humble servant, Mayor Loy Rezbin