A neatly folded crisp piece of parchment sealed by a wax sigil in the shape of a swan is delivered through a paid courier to the town hall. In a calligraphic stroke, "Sanctuary Town Council" festoons the exterior of the letter. Upon breaking the seal and unfolding the parchment, an aroma of sweetly scented perfumes delights the senses. An elegant stroke then immediately catches the eye and reads:

Honorable Councilmembers,

It is my belief that in times of such despair the wealthy citizens and leaders of a town should show the less fortunate that hope indeed persists. Therefore, I write to you in regards of a banquet I wish to hold in the streets of Sanctuary. The event will celebrate Sanctuary, it's founding and founders, and all of the freedoms it affords. It will involve a feast large enough to feed every inhabitant of this fine town. I am solely organizing and financing every aspect of the banquet and only ask for your blessing and perhaps that of Gumbar's and Oghma's. Please kindly send your response to this request to my temporary accommodations at the Rock Bottom Inn. If you wish to discuss this matter with me in person I would be happy to meet with you at anytime.

Sincerely Yours, High Lady of the Three Lakes Serade Sy'Din, Order of Rego Mentem, Child of the Sun