[the handwriting is poor, though not illegible, but the spelling is impeccable]

(OOC note: accent preserved for continuity - 'e dinnae write like this)

Oi, Cort!

Greetings and warm welcome to ye. Was a pleasure, it was, ta meetcha and see the Beacon for meself. Got to admit though, I'm unfortunately nae a healer or a cook of any fortitude, and me lord Tempus'd get right put out with me if he saw me cookin up some stew and giving beggars baths instead of usin me fightin skills to their finest. How'ver, if yer still in need of men at arms to protect yer establishment, I've got meself an ol' Rusty [heh, Rusty's me axe, by the way] at the ready for ye. Also, I met some raggy soldier lad the other day and outiftted him with some armor and a sword - mayhaps his unpaid gratitude ta me might convince him ta provide his services as well. Don't remember his name, but I'd remember his face if'n I saw him well enough.

Anyway, all I'd be asking out of yer services would be a pot o stew and a clean bed now and then. I'm not so young no more, lad, and when ye get to my age, sometimes all ye want is a pot o stew and a bed. Maybe a pretty lass too, but also, at my age... well, pretty lasses, they don't do as much as they used to, eh? Har har.

If'n ye like the idea, lemme know. I'll be stayin at this ol' Stand fer a while, at least until they kick me out fer drinkin too much o their ale.

Regards,

Toma Thanesblood, warrior priest of Tempus.

//The letter is received, read, and a reply left The Stand//

Toma,

It was a pleasure meeting you as well. You've a sense of humor much like my own. You're certainly welcome to stay and guard as long you'd like. In fact, we'd be very grateful for your service and that of your friend. Please feel free to move in at your discretion. Thank you again for your compassion. I know that your presence at the Beacon will help ensure a far better security situation.

All my thanks and Lathander's blessings,

Cort Jorino, Beacon Caretaker