A letter delivered directly to the offices of Ms. Fiora, her name written in neat, bold cursive. The envelope was a rich creamy white paper very thick, affixed with elegant scroll work that was tastefully faint and picked up only when the light settled on it. It was archaically sealed with a splash of vivid red wax and the seal itself was a simplistic wine glass and grapes with a sliver of the moon in the background.

Upon opening whenever she or her assistants had the chance, the letter thus read:

Good day to you,

I hope that this letter finds you in excellent health. My name is Julian Marx, and after considerable time here in the realm of RhyDin, I have found myself in need of a more stable solution to housing myself and my large array of staff.

Currently I am being allowed to graciously reside in a small hotel within the city; but as time goes on I find that this simply isn't fitting, not just for me but those within my employ.

Would you be able to do me the honor of assisting me in finding a much more permanent solution to my housing needs here?

I would appreciate any reply you may have.

Thank you for your time,
Julian Marx