[Ambrose Crownguard enters the headquarter of the Society of the Ordered Mind and approaches Armand Waters, bowing courteously and speaking to him in a solemn voice]
“Sir Armand Waters, you may or may not remember me from last night when I personally delivered a letter to you directly from the hand of Ivlysar Tal'en'qir of the Seekers organization. Please, allow me to properly introduce myself to you. I am Ambrose Crownguard, son of Sir Dhamon Crownguard and youngest heir to the Crownguard family of Damaran – a family deeply devoted to the service of Torm. Please accept this letter from me and read it at your leisure.”
[Ambrose Crownguard bids Armand farewell and takes his leave in a respectful manner]
The letter reads:
Armand Waters, head of the Society of the Ordered Mind.
I write to you this day to express my desire to pledge myself to the service of your most admirable organization, the Society of the Ordered Mind. First however, I should like to inform you of how I came to be here.
It has not been many days since I first set foot in the city of Sanctuary. Riding through the Dalelands in the company of my mentor and uncle, a knight of the Order of the Golden Lion, we came across lizardman slave caravan. My uncle and I, in our righteous fury, set upon the caravan intent on liberating those who were taken prisoner. Alas, as it turned out, the lizardmen had three powerful magi among their numbers and was, through them, eventually able to overcome us. My uncle, Torm bless his soul, lost his life that day while I myself was knocked unconscious. Waking up I found myself deep down in the Underdark, still in the custody of the lizardmen slavers. Suffering from a terrible concussion I remember little of that day, but suffice to say the Seekers succeeded where my uncle and I had regretfully failed. They were able to dispatch of the remaining lizardmen and grant freedom to those who had been imprisoned. The journey to Sanctuary was a long and dark one – a journey that resulted in the death of several of the former prisoners as well as the agents of the Seekers. May they have found blessed freedom in death.
The considerable presence of evil in this city weighs heavily on my shoulders, often causing me terrible headaches as well as a near constant stifling sensation that might have left me a broken man had it not been for my strong faith. The city of Sanctuary seems rank with corruption, and by Torm I sense that even the leader of the Sanctuary Watch, the sheriff himself, has allowed himself to be tainted by it. These local problems, which we shall in time be able to remedy through ensuring that only those of noble heart will be in majority on the city council, all pale in comparison to the threat of the monstrous aberrations that dominate large parts of the Underdark.
I am pleased beyond words to have finally discovered this true sanctuary within the town – this place where I might gather my thoughts in prayer and have words with my bretheren in faith without feeling the many eyes of our enemies upon me.
Santuary is our last bastion of hope in this dreadful place. A bastion that may not be able to stand against the darkness that threatens to envelop it - not without the strength and protection of those dedicated to the Loyal Fury and His righteous allies. Allow me to work against this evil as one of you, Sir Waters, and by Torm I shall make certain that you will not come to regret it.
Your brother in faith, Ambrose Crownguard