Copies of this letter are hand-delivered to the crone, the last stand, thomas shop, goblintown, sewertown, Mur, and the Blue Mushroom. Basically everywhere except for the Kobold Camp, where no self respecting gnome would be found dead!
Kythorn 28, 152
My dear Mr. Face,
I write to you now because a mutual business associate of ours, one Reduskan Perduskan the elder has informed me that you recently came into possession of an item for which I had long been pursuing possession of myself.
It is with my utmost fondness and respect for gnomes in general that I say this: I sincerely hope that you still have the item on you, or at the very least within your clan. If this is not the case, then I believe you and I will have several issues we will need to discuss with extreme prejudice at our next meeting!
Being as I am a gentle gnome of breeding and quality, I kindly ask that you reply to this missive as quickly as you can, so that our two clans can continue to prosper in the relative peace and quiet that we have enjoyed thus far.
Yours most respectfully,
Roarin Bilmfrickten Dunwarren Pathfinding Services LTD Room 12, Last Stand Inn Sanctuary
PS - You are a filthy dirt-grubbing excuse for a gnome, you smell like a dead mole's crotchstain, and your father and mother were brother and sister, at least thats what she told me when I popped over while he was out. I may be wrong on the last part though, because she was gargling on turnip juice at the time that she said it, if you get my meaning. Die.