1 Eleasis, 151

Freeman Snorri:

Thank you for your comments on the notice.

The Beacon is open and operating. Please. Come. Bring friends. We are desperately undermanned. As such, I do not have time to exchange a series of correspondences. Please share this among the other missing members.

Kindly read the Charter posted next to the front door of the Beacon. That is the guideline from which we work.

Indeed, work - deeds - are worth more to the people the Beacon serves than idle words. To that end, you'll find the blankets and food where I did -- the cupboard in the dormitory. There are some healing supplies in the cupboard also -- those staying at the Beacon have been tending their own wounds, but I think they could use some help and encouragement.

We are running very low on rothe meat. All of Lower is, in fact, in the middle of a prolonged food shortage. Please speak with Hans at the Upper Gate: bring him fresh rothe and he will pay you for your efforts and butcher it. Let me know how many rothe your hunt yields. I'll contact Hans regarding our supplies.

I will make a point of speaking to you at the Beacon when time permits.

May your work be blessed.

Good dark,

- Blackhaw c/o Room 3, Pissing Crone Inn

*The letter is received by Snorri who sitting in his dwarf sized chair in his room at the rock while smoking his pipe, reads the first two lines, puts down and folds the letter and ponders if the rest is even worth reading*

*Letter left at the Beacon*

Dear Blackhaw,

Your first act has been to insult the dead, your second was to send a letter insulting me, and now you have insulted the other members of the house of light. I don't remember appointing you to tell us who can be members and who can do what in it's place.

I have had quite enough you want to have a place called the beacon that is fine, i however am reforming the house of light, i would like the original charter sent to me also i would like the funds that where used by the members of the house of light for it's repairs returned to the respective collective pool. As i said keep your beacon.

Snorri Son of Gotrek Stoutheart Acolyte of the House of Light

*Letter is sent to room 3 pissing crone*