Yashia's List - to Osclow Wittenholm

[Kaeldorn]

A letter to Osclow Wittenholm lies waiting for him at the temple of Oghma. It reads the following:

Dear Mr. Wittenholm,

As asked, I hereby provide you with a list of people I believe fully deserve our trust, which we can depend on with regards to the task that lies ahead of us.

Nulinus Lightbringer
Calandra Gleamblade
Gromlin Onyxlum
Hubei Su Chi
Lida Angelfen
Dayanne Valcorsair
Vu Sau
Alex
Hakafu Fujisawa
Filbert Malen'avir
Rycekk

Other people who should also be asked and involved, but could act unpredictably and undesirably if details are given to them too soon:

Karthus El'than
Jalmar Anker Hansen
Elric Gallow
Sardo Numspa
Mella

Preferrably do not involve the following, as it could cause more trouble than good both for them and us if we would:

Lauan Tissle
Brak
Alyrian Eldeas
Logan the Foul
"Mad" Jack
Isara (a priestess of Loviatar)
Ariel (the preaching elf who came to bother us in the temple the other night)


Those were all the people I could think of from the top of my head. If more come to mind, I will either inform you or contact them myself. I hope everything goes as planned and your spreading of news proves fruitful. Naturally, my offer to help you with anything you need still stands. We will meet again soon.

Kind regards,

Yashia Jadysvarion

[Silas North]

"Excuse me milady. Do you by chance have a message for me?"

The female Oghma cleric gives a brief glance to the robed man before her. Her focus never truly deviating from the open books and series of notes on the table before her. "I believe you may be a little lost sir. Town correspondence is not recieved here." The robed man smiled as he leaned in a bit closer. "I am afraid I do not have much choice in the matter." he said "This temple, and the Comfort are the closest things I have to a permanent place of residence in this land." The cleric turned her head toward the robed man once more, her eyes widening. "Mr. Wiltenholm?"

The robed man smiles, nodding his head. "Sorry about that." the cleric says with a smile as she hands him an envelope "I did not recognize you at first without the hat." The robed man merely snickered, in the peculiar way that he always did, regardless of his attire. He knew it would take far more than a lack of a lucky hat to fool many people. Hopefully, he was just not well-known enough to make this work.

"My my ms. Y, you are a popular person indeed." he says with a smirk as he glances over the letter.