Dear Mister Dimemnelen Rimnelennus Rimferrin,

One of your extravagantly colored posters caught my eye as I debated rounding up more members for the H.W.P Association! If you're curious as to what that may be, well, I can always tell you if you find it suitable for us to meet. Although your posters were asking for wizards seeking to be your apprentice, I have a vastly different idea swimming through the ocean that is my head. No, I do not mean that I have a deep and treacherous mind, I simply mean that my hair is wet. I just had a bath, you see, and it's taking a fair deal of effort to keep myself from dripping on the parchment.

You see, I like to fancy myself as being something of a scholar, though truth be told, I'm not as well-versed in the annals of history and lore as I would like to be. I'm certain that, as a wizard, you may just know a fair bit more than I. I would like to meet with you to discuss a sort of education regarding such.

No, I am not asking for magical tuition, of any sort. I am blessed with another means of brushing the Weave, and I do not need to seek another, thank you.

I apologize for the lack of humor, but my hair is dreadfully wet, and I seem to have misplaced my towel! Anyway, I am presently staying "around," and can be reached easily enough if you leave a not at the Last Stand.

Regards, Waywanderer.