A wrinkled piece a parchment bearing a hastily written script reads:

Cooky,

I am planning to hold a feast that would require a skilled cook to prepare twenty plates of roast rothe for the more distinguished members of Sanctuary. Would you make your services and cooking utensils availabe for a monetary compensation? Also, I require a recipe for roathe stew and am willing to purchase your finest one. Please slip a response under the door of my room, or if you prefer I can perhaps find enough time to meet with you.

P.S. If you know of sources that will lend me cauldrons please include them in your response.

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