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Letter hand-delivered to Spencer Twist at the Rock.

Mr. Twist,

I was recently encouraged to write you a letter; something that, reflecting on the events that have led to this, only makes sense.

These last few days a certain mage has consistently been summoning forth his familiar - a bat - inside this little place of yours; something I have found exceptionally annoying, both because a friend of mine is outright afraid of bats, as well as because I, personally, find it extremely uncivilized. He refuses to listen to kind requests of dismissing his companion, claiming that the thing has every right to be there, and he completely ignores the fact that perhaps not all enjoy sharing a seat with vermin.

The mage is obviously quite fond of his familiar, which is understandable, but there is absolutely no reason for him to pester everybody else with its foul smell and intimidating looks. If he enjoys its company so much, I am sure Lord Bunge would not object to him walking (or flying) the thing there - as I would've done with mine.

Despite my previous beliefs there seem to be no laws regarding the keeping of animal companions and other lesser beings in public indoor areas. I am fine with that, but I think you should consider how the presence of these companions may affect your income, as well as the general atmosphere in your tavern.

While the bat in question has in no way showed signs of hostility yet, one can only wonder how long it'll be before one of these lessers enters a frenzy and goes on a rampage. I am confident that this is not something you wish.

I would appreciate if you could inform me about your view on this so that I now if I am at least on to something here, as well as put up an official note explaining what is and is not allowed. should you agree.

Finally, I'd like to emphasize that this is not about my personal opinion of bats. Any and all rules you may decide to put up should, of course, apply to all types of companions and servants, sentient or not.

If, however, I am wrong and this is not an issue to you, I will understand and respect your decision, and I shall refrain from trying to keep people and, more importantly, their servants from decorating your otherwise respectable inn with fleas, filth, and fecal mater.

Aseir Greycastle

Spencer grumbles and puts up a fresh sign in the tavern.