*Written in flowing cursive script*

Fellow Servant of the Black Hand,

I have been waiting and watching for some time. The priesthood in this town is either non-existent, or in need of direction and additional resources. The opportunities in Sanctuary are immense, and our Black Lord deserves nothing less than monotheistic status. My service to our lord is from the shadows, sowing discord, suspicion, and fear. The fear of the unknown is such a delicious fear. When our enemies are uncertain where the envenomed blade will come, or who their true friends and allies are, they are in a weak position to face those of our brethren who follow the path of the warrior. I would like to talk to you about the possibilities. If we have no clergy among our numbers, we do now. At some point, I will introduce you to her.

One of my retainers brought word to me of your appearance in the arena, and luckily, I made it there in time to see the action. It gave me great pleasure to watch you putting your blade into a Tormite Paladin in the arena. They all need to be put to the sword, after watching all they love being destroyed first.

If you have interest in spreading the influence of our Black Lord, Come to the Crone. If I am there, I will approach you. Speak to no others of this, and when you are given the challenge, answer “None but he.”

Manunach, Servant of the Black Hand