For the eyes of Duke Cassyon, Margrave of Parravon.

Your Grace,

Forgive this indulgence of a scrawled missive sent by squire. Rather than journeying to your castle myself, I am required to travel straight to the hamlet of Puntiers, a smallish settlement within my domain. I beg of you to meet with me there, bringing with yourself a muster of retainers and Knights Errant.

I invoke the chivalric code with grave urgency, for Puntiers has lost its children; eight young subjects stolen, a whole generation of labourer-tenants and tax yield taken. And I have no doubt who the perpetrators are. You can see the borders of the Greenwood from the fields that surround the hamlet. It seems the Fey Folk that dwell in the Forest of Loren have awoken and commited a fell act indeed. I know it them for the peasants showed me a message, written on a large leaf in some lexicon I cannot fathom and pinned to a door with a black arrow.

I suggest a sojourn into the forest at once to reclaim what is ours. Should the Fey remain hidden - as I suspect these cowardly creatures will - then we shall take compensation back in lumber, equal to the value of a life--time's labour per child lost.

I await your arrival but cannot tarry for long, for justice must be served.

By our Lady's will, Sir Redemond of the Northern Reach.

(Please note that the 'Mother's Kiss' pox remains abroad in mine lands. A regrettable malady, although it only afflicts the young so your grace and any knightly companions will be safe.

Your grace - this message arrived five days past. I have it on good atuhority Sir Redemond may have lost patience and already entered Loren Forest with a peasant Levy. No record of their return has been made thus far.