Seeker Alexander,
I would reiterate my interests in joining your organization and would like to hear of a concrete way in which my loyalties can be proven and your trust gained. I am a man of old bones, and I fear that I am not so often as restless as I would like, and more often then not I am stuck writing letters with a quill, then writing my destiny across the backs of my fallen enemies with a rapier, yet when I am riled to move you can be sure that I make the most of it! Leave a letter for me at the Crone, or the Last Stand, when next you wander through these parts and let me know of what trials I must face, what foes I must defeat, and what glorious sights I must see before I can look upon the rest of the Seekers, and call them my brothers.
-- Troubadour Zirkin, keeper of the Nameless Bard's words.