A small letter is delivered to the gates of the Tyrran Temple in New Dunwarren. The writing is written in an uneasy hand, possibly at speed. A few ink spots litter it, here and there.
Justicar,
I'll keep this short. My name is Geraint Redpath, and I am, or rather was, a Dawnbringer in the service of Lathander. Recent events have left me destitute, and at the mercy of this City. Current circumstances considered, I feel it may be altogether wise to join you in carving out a place of decency in this darkness. Not that I mind a little decedance, but the stink that eminates from the depths of this accursed city puts me ill at ease.
I'll find you, upon the Hill.
Sir Geraint Redpath