A soiled napkin poorly folded.

[Sunderpalm]

(A used napkin lies half crumpled. There's writing on it. It also smells of brew)

I've sent a drinking buddy your way. He's attuned with the elements and seeks peace.
Yumad, I think his name was----- (the ink trails off, onto the desk. Sunderpalm lies sprawled under the table, snoring, quill in hand, in a puddle of brew.)

[Acherontia]

Admitted. Will take a new name for himself.