Good Sir Archibald-
Though I fashion myself something of a poet, with all the pomp and tedious, trotting thought that goes along with- I shall arrive directly to the point of this missive.
I have recently arrived in Sanctuary, after an extended absence. Much has changed, and I am a stranger in a place I cannot rightfully call my home- though, still, I have fondly discovered that some of the many changes have been pleasent.
Your house, recently, has taken on the trappings of nobility. I think this a splendid thing, and as a poet, my soul rejoices such a noble institution has reached Sanctuary.
I seek a patron, and I see none quite as worthy as yourself. As a man of study and the art most ancient yourself, I believe you've an appreciation of this arrangement.
I await word, and Tymora willing, a meeting.
-Salvatore Pasolini, forlorn in the Rock Bottom