*the letter is slid quite a ways under the door, making it impossible for any one to reach it or even know it's there unless they have a key and can enter the Hall*
Dear Master Dwarves of the Stoutheart Clan,
It is with a greatly heavy heart that I have learned that the House of Light has been lost to a band of thugs. They have killed Linda and several other acolytes and confiscated all the keys to the building.
I no longer have any place to call home. My fellow warriors and clergy of light have fallen in the defense of the House and I believe that I am the only member that remains alive. Mylin has been missing for quite some time and Eowung had gone on a retreat of reflection and her whereabouts are unknown. Councilor Shane, who used to be a House member, still lives, but I fear that there is not enough good left in this town to reclaim that beacon of hope in Lower.
To complicate matters, rumors have spread further damaging the memories of my fallen fellows claiming that they were homicidal or, worse yet, were Cyricists disguised as Tyraans.
I, Arthan Dominicus, Holy Apprentice of Tyr, beseech you, Master Dwarves of Tornbeard Hall to help myself and any straggling members of the House to take back the House though both political and physical force.
Tyranny of thugs shall not ruin the memory or virtue of those who have fallen nor of the cause they served or descecrate a place of Holy nature.
So long as I breathe, I will fight the evil that has taken the city by storm and I ask any of your ranks to aid me in such a task.
You can find me at the Crone, but due to the incredible scrutiny that Lower has for any former member of the House, please simply send letters to 'The Apprentice' to insure it reaches me.
Honorably and Justly,
Arthan Dominicus