Addressed to you: written in a scratchy, unpracticed hand riddled with a number of spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Translated for your convenience.

Good day my friends,

I'm in search of a special item that I have lost. I believe it will be necessary in the coming days, now that the dreamer has ceased. I have requested the help of an old friend, whom I once gave the item. It has been stolen from her by particular infamous band of thugs who've made terror in the hills. I believe they are working for the bard 'D' thus my friend and I need to keep a low profile. I can say no more over written word, lest He intervene. I believe one of your compatriots has a score to settle with these thugs. Should you agree to aid me, gather the best swords of your band of merrymen and meet my friend and I at the Drunken Kestrel Inn in the Township of Trust one night hence. Beware the eyes.

With care and compassion,

-- M.I.D