A loaf of fresh sporebread, carefully wrapped in pressed zurkh paper, carries the following note:

Dame Ashpool,

We have not spoken in some time, leaving me with a melancholy heart and eager disposition to converse once more. There is much to discuss in the near future. Perhaps lunch at the Last Stand could be arrainged?

Please accept the enclosed gift as an apology for poking fun at the 'ruby paved lane of righteousness.' I sincerely appreciate Sune's work when she graces fetching halfling maids with all the features that make me swoon!

Best regards,

Pvt. Mieredo Talanger