A letter arrives at the Nox addressed to the Priscus of Lords. When opened it reads in cursive reminiscent of late 1800's early 1900's american style. That cramped-to-tightly wording together with chaotically lined intermittent space created by the unnecessary lopping curvature, the letter read;
To you who moves our Family,
I am unfortunately left in the dark on many things regarding the fair city of Sacramento. I did however acquire this name address under the utmost security with the assurance it would reach the proper hands. I will be arriving on (Date) in the hopes of establishing a permanent residence within the city. I hope to meet some of my extended family, ideally starting with you if schedules permit to work out all the necessary business such a move entails.
Gracious thanks,
Wilhem Schroder.