Two sets of notes are delivered to Gran Ubel, one wrapped up in the other. One is scrawled upon filthy paper in nothing more than a scrawl, while the other is written upone fine zurkh paper, and sealed with an old, almost forgotten sigil of Jher Lysik. The two notes are written as followed.

My dearest Gran,

Firstly, many apologies for not writing sooner. Pressing business has weighed me, and I have been unable to send word to you. Indeed, that is why I sent word. I am seeking tidings, and contact with our masked benefactor. Accompanying this letter is one for his eyes, should his wanderings take him to our home. It is of the gravest importance that he contacts me as soon as possible.

- James

And the second letter:

Sir,

I write to you on a matter of the direst importance. It has recently come to my intention, that a slave- a particular slave may have ended up within the rock walls of Ysinode. News of his flight, or direction are of chief concern to myself and my fellows, and I am fully aware of the contacts you possess. I would ask you speak to me in person. Some things I yet fear to commit to words. Do come as a matter of urgency.

- James Lysik

The letter continues to gather dust upon Gran Ubel's counter.