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Private letter to Sugriam, C/O the Bazaar. [DM]

Respected Merchant Sugriam,

Word has reached our ears of attempts that you have been involved in to build a machine that would transport your person to the surface. We are also aware that your attempts thus far, have failed.

It may well be that there is some expertise still within Dunwarren that could assist you in completing this project. If nothing else, there are those who would be willing to try. Good gnomes willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, aiding your quest for discovery and escape, providing you with brotherly assistance in your business in times of need. Gnomes that are going to see to your best interests as if they were their own.

We operate in secret within Dunwarren, ensuring that gnomes from all castes and walks of life breath deep of the earthy air of our culture, and live free of doubt and discrimination.

We are the Mechanists Union, Local 107.

When you finally decide that you want to contact us, leave a #4 Octagonal Stem Bolt Wrench on the table of your stand. One of us will notice, and be in touch.

Mechanist 101

Sugriam crushes the letter into a paper ball and tosses it into a nearby waste barrel, muttering "bollocks." Several hours later, he places a bolt wrench on the table of his stand.