To the Craft-magus

[Farmboy2003]

This small missive is slightly more than a quickly rolled ball of parchment. Naked charcoal writing is set upon in quick forceful scratches. It bears the watery mark of tears:

James Frazer.

Produce ten to twenty of your largest explosive devices. Produce, in simple writing the means on how to best to tear down small stone buildings.

Meet me on the edges of the Viridale forest. Be wary as the forest is ever hostile. You may contact me magically when you have the devices ready.

No questions will be answered. You will be paid full.

My'athvin.

[Kitsunestume]

Upon opening the message, a pair of goggles glance briefly over the page, before their owner cracks a smirk.

"I told that fey we'd need to raze the place. Seems someone ended up at a similar idea."

He proceeds to whistle off key to himself while idly flinging an unadvisedly large sack of smoke-powder over his shoulder and heading to the workbench.