A small green skinned Imp makes its way through the hall, stopping only to ask directions. It's ears looked chopped, some pieces sewn back together. It keeps it's head look, looking only at the ground until it reached the person it was told to speak with. The knock was almost inaudible followed by and even fainter "Excuses Me.."; lowering its head even more it quickly scampered to the desk, deposited a very neatly folded letter.
The letter is written on heavy parchment and the edges are lined with purple and red line work, whom ever wrote the letter was clearly well off, and possibly even schooled.
"To whom ever it does concern-
I have heard tales of your organization and wish to seek entry. Father has told me I am no longer allowed to test my experiments on the servants.. he is tired of purchasing new ones. I have found that if working with you I would be able to have an overabundance of Alliance to work on.
I do however, have to regrettably inform you that during a recent experiment I have lost some knowledge of my dark arts.. I am working swiftly to regain them again.
Awaiting your response-
Selins Shadowcrest"
The Imp is still standing just out of sight, looking back and forth nervously.
An imp stands before the desk holding a letter.
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