[A crinkled piece of parchment has been wrapped around the hardwood-spear sitting at the statue of Tempus's feet. At the bottom of the letter is a fancy, surprisingly well-made drawing of an ax and a spear crossing eachother. It seems out of place, the artwork, considering that the grammar and spelling of the letter is childish at best.]
Sckul of War
I look to join you and yor staf. Im not the best shooter but I hav a strowng arm and am tring to trak. If you can contakt me pleese do. Id lik to speek to won of yor peple to understand mor of yor skul.
Pleese forgiv me if I cannt talk to you at a spesiferric tim so if one of you see me arownd get me to speek to you. I hav manee things I need to see to.
[Another picture is drawn-it's quite accurate, but significant details are missing. It shows a blonde, tall man in silver chainmail with a black cloak.]
Pleese send a letter at me at the Last Stand.
Drax