Draken sat at the writing desk. It was ornate, clearly an expensive piece of work. Its maker had good taste. Perhaps he would purchase one when he returned to Baldur's Gate. He made a mental note as he picked up a quill.
"Alta. Now in Waterdeep, but departing soon. Lack of our presence in the south will increase demand for weapons, armor, healing potions. Notify the Captain to begin raiding the appropriate ships. Open legitimate trade with Waterdeep to cover new supply. Increase guards for caravans heading south. Wait one week after receiving this letter, then display these dragon remains in the Wide. Tell all who will hear I killed it with help from companions. Conjured a storm, lightning, etc. Be sure to mention Mann in detail. --B"
Setting the quill aside, Draken pulled a scroll from his robes. As he read, the letters he had just scrawled began to shift and change.
"To Alta. Recent battles in the south have gone well, though I fear for the future. We'll be mobile for the foreseeable future, so I do not know when I will get to write again. I look forward to returning home someday. --Argen"
Draken folded the letter, sealing it with wax and a blank seal. A few gold in the hands of a desperate merchant should speed it on its way. Satisfied, Draken climbed into bed.
"Alta. Now in Waterdeep, but departing soon. Lack of our presence in the south will increase demand for weapons, armor, healing potions. Notify the Captain to begin raiding the appropriate ships. Open legitimate trade with Waterdeep to cover new supply. Increase guards for caravans heading south. Wait one week after receiving this letter, then display these dragon remains in the Wide. Tell all who will hear I killed it with help from companions. Conjured a storm, lightning, etc. Be sure to mention Mann in detail. --B"
Setting the quill aside, Draken pulled a scroll from his robes. As he read, the letters he had just scrawled began to shift and change.
"To Alta. Recent battles in the south have gone well, though I fear for the future. We'll be mobile for the foreseeable future, so I do not know when I will get to write again. I look forward to returning home someday. --Argen"
Draken folded the letter, sealing it with wax and a blank seal. A few gold in the hands of a desperate merchant should speed it on its way. Satisfied, Draken climbed into bed.