[The parchment is stained and smells of beer.]

Lord Ledskir,

I have had the privilege of meeting two of your fine young dwarven representatives… and their dumb as dirt pet. I write you to offer a proposal; you see I share your dislike of the spell guard. They wish to limit which magic a wizard is capable of studding, just another form of oppression. At the moment, they have the upper hand, using their gnomish golems… I wish to offer an idea which may be able to even the playing field. It is best we continue this discussion in person. I am currently residing at the Crone.

-Gak

Gak,

Just as a heads-up, the Boss is wanting to patch up relations with the Spellguard, so if you're idea is about pissing them off don't bother mentioning it.

That said, you seemed a steady bloke when we met. We're looking for the arcane sort, especially potion brewers. Stop by the Hall for a chat about the benefits of throwing your lot in with Ledskir's boys. There's an ale waiting for you there.

- Battleload