A short, tattered note is delivered to the Watch house by a man clad in dusty leather armour and a heavy cloak.

Private,

I wondered if your need of a competant scout still stands?

Brandon

Contact me wherever, Last Stand or Crone.

[Brandon awaits a reply patiently, checking each inn when he comes back from his frequent scouting trips into the Underdark.]

[Leaves a letter at The Last Stand]

Brandon,

I am very interested in meeting to speak with you, to discuss specifics. I shall seek you out, soon.

-Private Quinn