On a sunless morning, cold and dark as it had always been in the icy lands of Forodwaith, a letter waited under the door of Atanamir's house. Letters rarely reached the lands of the North, much less to remote places like the village of Marach.
Year 130 of the Fifth Age of the Sun. Village of Marach, Forochel Ice Bay, Reunited Kingdom.
My dear Atanamir. I have a job for you. I need you to send a large shipment of gunpowder to the city of Norburg. Protect the barrels well, and beware of the rain and the wolves of the Evendin Hills. I will go on a long journey to the eastern lands, to visit relatives, and you will not hear from me for a while. I'll be fine.
Best wishes
Calion.