*A large dire wolf is noticed with a tattered note attached to its left hind leg approaching the grove*

Dear Asylum,

My name is Jezuen Tel'Anri. Azian is my messenger and only confident in life I trust enough to carry this. Please tend to him if you can for he has made a long journey.

I arrived in Amia a month's pass from a voyage from Faerun, and am seeking guidance. I have been told there is a solution to my curse. These dreams...they haunt me...the feeling of life that I have in them...and the inevitable death...And the feeling takes longer and longer to fade each time these dreams occur...There is an unquenchable fire, burning everything... The cities are too cramped. Refuse to stay in one place too long, even in the outlying towns...too much commotion. Am I reaching my sanity's end? I think not, or else i would never come to the thought. But what? I can't even fathom the idea of eating meat anymore, except in these dreams the taste...is insatiable...You can find me at Lo---

*The note ends abruptly*

*a small druidess takes in the wolf and tends any wounds it might have before leading it to a small pond in the Grove so it can drink and rest. Sitting down under a tree nearby she unfolds and reads the message, frowning slightly*

Hm... which area could he speak of? Perhaps the wolf can lead me when it's rested and back to strength... *she mused to herself before grabbing a map and trying to figure out which place he might have spoken of when the message ended.*

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*The wolf leaves the grove at night, for all those watching*

*A week later the wolf returns with yet another letter*

Dear Solution,

I apologize for the haste of my last letter. At the present moment, and will wait for a response, I can be found in the City of Condor. It fails to suit me still, yet there is an undead problem within the sewers and the graveyard that I have been willing to lend aid to the townsfolk. It is a comforting thought that I do something about these undead. I'm sure once you are close we may find a way to narrow our paths to a point in whcih we finally meet.

I look forward to your arrival, hopefully with empathy and guidance.
@#$@# Jezuen

(you can faintly make out the title "Lord" scribbled out before his name)

*Only a couple of days later the druidess makes her way to the city, trying to find the direwolf-messenger*

//I'll try to catch you IG

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