(A bone thin street urchin delivers a letter to the Last Stand, a gold coin clamped between his yellow teeth)

Dear Lord Fireheart,

Such a pleasure to have you in the 'Crone last dark. We wish to see much more of you, and considering your electoral ambitions, we wish to extend an invitation for you to sell your wares at the upcomeing series of fight night extravaganza's to be held at the 'Crone. I am sure it will be a profitable venture for all parties involved. Perhaps, in the spirit of commerce, you may find it in your heart to donate a select piece or two of your collection. Such a generous act would make an impact on the poor souls of lower, espeacially when they make their long walk up to the voteing booth. Hopeing this finds you well heeled and happy. I, of course, can be reached at the 'Crone.

Best Regards,

Mr. Taylorson