A small piece of paper

[Erulaan D'Anhoor]

A small piece of paper is tacked to the wall just below the backing of a long wooden bench.

Instructions

Erulaan takes mental note with the slightest movement of his eyes.

[Erulaan D'Anhoor]

Back at the room at the Inn there was time to think. Quiet, some peace, and most importantly time. How had they found him? It had been over 20 years since he had left the society which had brought riches, respect, fame, and other not-so-welcomed things. He supposed it was the "Once a member, always a member. The alternative is death." thing that caught up with him.

He had changed his stripes, but then again an albino Black Dragon is still a Black Dragon no matter its appearance. He had given up his ways....so much time spent decompressing after so much deceit and carnage...

Who had spotted him? The message was clear, and its intended reader was found. Nobody else could possibly see the letter as it had been enchanted to be seen by one person only.

The only thing left to do was to retrieve it and read it, no matter the cost.

No longer the swashbuckling pirateer (no matter he hated boats). No longer the swordsman. No longer the thief. No longer the negotiator of trade. No longer the ladies man. No longer pursued by those who had been relieved of their precious artifacts. He had simplified his life. Taken on a new calling.

Change had come, and more change is clearly on the horizon for Erulaan D'Ahnoor.

[Erulaan D'Anhoor]

The note was still there. Of course it was.

Back in the room at the Inn, Erulaan opens the letter.

A new land for an old operative. Years may pass and empires may fall, but your commitment to the cause shall follow your every footstep D'Ahnoor. You are given a small task. One that must be fulfilled. Find a few others of like mind, superior intellect, gifted skills, and creative views. bring them into the fold, and continue your mission.

Erulaan sits back in his plush chair and smiles knowingly.