In shaky, forced hand-writing

I've not been able to find one of you with a spare moment, so I thought I'd leave a little note. A word would be appreciated, when time is found. I'm the one without a hand to spare.

-Isabella, Room 6 at the Pissing Crone Inn and Tavern.

*a letter is returned to Room 6 at the Pissing Crone and Tavern*

Isabella,

I'll be about later. I'll try to hunt you down. Our apologies for being away.

Seeker Turnstone.

((ooc: Be on late tonight, most of the day tomorrow))