The following is posted in the taverns of Midmeadow, Glassbeach, Eastward Pass, and Lightcliff. The paper is light grey, the ink seemingly made of charcoal.
“To the adventurers recently travelling in Barran,
We are impressed. We had thought nearly all of your class to be nothing but mercenaries and thugs, but some few of you are proving us wrong. Slowly. Some of you have true potential, and in time you will know who you are. Others only add to our world’s problems and are not worth recognizing here.
A few of you have already heard from us, or from our friends, and you will continue to do so. More of you shall be contacted. We will find those we can use, rebuild what can be, and build from scratch who else this world needs.
We are the music that rings from the world’s hollows. We will not let Barran fall again into chaos. We live in the dark so that others may sleep peacefully, and in the shadows our songs rise as our blades fall.
Silyu”
At the bottom of this letter as if by way of a seal is the silhouette of a bipedal apparently male being in gold leaf
“To the adventurers recently travelling in Barran,
We are impressed. We had thought nearly all of your class to be nothing but mercenaries and thugs, but some few of you are proving us wrong. Slowly. Some of you have true potential, and in time you will know who you are. Others only add to our world’s problems and are not worth recognizing here.
A few of you have already heard from us, or from our friends, and you will continue to do so. More of you shall be contacted. We will find those we can use, rebuild what can be, and build from scratch who else this world needs.
We are the music that rings from the world’s hollows. We will not let Barran fall again into chaos. We live in the dark so that others may sleep peacefully, and in the shadows our songs rise as our blades fall.
Silyu”
At the bottom of this letter as if by way of a seal is the silhouette of a bipedal apparently male being in gold leaf