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Letter Addressed to Saeval Moondown

There is a half drow behind the ruins of Barak-tor, selling poisons and the like. Perhaps ya would like ta deal with him.

Nestar the Tale teller.

As I would like to prevent conversing with an elf demented with hatred for his dark kin since such beings have ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE OF HUMOR, please do not respond.

Saevel glances at the letter, and tosses it aside indifferently