Posted in the Rock Bottom Inn, you might see a letter on fine, cream paper and written in a reddish-black ink. You can’t be certain, but you think the paper may even be perfumed; it smells faintly of cinnamon. The writing is consistent and very nearly artistic in form, as if someone had taken great care with each letter of every word

It reads:

A lovely daughter of Sune is in grave need of help. Will you come to my aid? I have been in Sanctuary for some time now, but my supply of cosmetics and dyes is running low. I desperately seek an alchemist who can mix various pastes and colored powders for me. I am also in need of a good selection of very lovely perfumes. If you require more than the exquisite pleasure of helping a songstress of Sune, I do have some gold to part with. If your goods are fine enough in quality, I would also consider an ongoing contract of some kind to have these items made.

Please, leave word or letter with my acolyte, Anatolia, at the Rock Bottom Inn should you be able to help me.

Yours in delightful pleasure, Lyra