[ A letter is scribbled on the back of a poster torn down from the notice board. It seems hastily tacked back on,
folded up and labeled for one of the Spire's finest. Labeled underneath the addressed name is a hastily written,

IF THIS ISN'T YOU, THIS ISN'T YOURS! ]

LUCIAN,

I haven't forgotten about you, my fair friend! It seems I continue to run into you lot who wandered back through the backdoor to the living. Nonetheless, I wish to commission a fine craft from you; though not for any blade or boastful weapon, but rather something more fine, suited for a scholar with the sharpest of minds. I've included some basic sketches of my own, modeled after that blessed boon I bear from the Serene, but I trust you to bring this vision to life better than my chicken scratch ever can.

- C.A.