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A letter written on acid-free cotton rag paper is sent to the closest approximate address that will reach the Red Blade's leaders. It is penned in a militaristic, tightly-spaced script that tilts and flows akin to elvish despite being written in the common trade language. It is addressed to Saint Jericho of Combat, or whomever is currently in charge of basic training and talent-scouting.
To whom it may concern,
I am Reinamar, a Swordmaster of Corellon, currently in service to the 10th Legion Dusk Hounds. I had the fortune of meeting one of your Defenders training an Adept some time ago, and conversed with him for a time. The Legion Archives speaks highly of the former 3rd Legion members, and most of the warriors of the Valley agree that the Red Blades are swordsmen of remarkable skill. I wanted to inquire about meeting to discuss battle tactics, swordplay, and perhaps share in a training regime and/or honorable duel.
I eagerly await word from your order,
Reinamar, Seeker of the Storm
I am Reinamar, a Swordmaster of Corellon, currently in service to the 10th Legion Dusk Hounds. I had the fortune of meeting one of your Defenders training an Adept some time ago, and conversed with him for a time. The Legion Archives speaks highly of the former 3rd Legion members, and most of the warriors of the Valley agree that the Red Blades are swordsmen of remarkable skill. I wanted to inquire about meeting to discuss battle tactics, swordplay, and perhaps share in a training regime and/or honorable duel.
I eagerly await word from your order,
Reinamar, Seeker of the Storm