A Desconocido sits cross-legged on the floor of his cramped room at the inn, writing a letter by candlelight with a bored expression. His most distinctive features are his thick blond sideburns, framing a handsome tanned face with a scar across the bridge of his nose. Beside him, an armour stand holds a chain shirt with a colourful tunic and dueling cape draped over it, and a shortsword propped up against it.
He has a mirror propped up beside the page of dense script. Looking through it makes the Halfling mirror-writing legible.
"My Beloved,
May this Letter find you well. I read your Last Missive anxiously, and I sincerely hope your Border Squabble with our Northern Neighbors hasn't come to anything in the meantime - or if it has, that you are able to Mend The Fence in our favour once All's Said And Done. I've yet to see anyone from the Other Farm who might Have A Bone To Pick With Me this side of the Portal, but please let me know if any of our Delightful Relatives are making the journey - I'd hate to accidentally snub one by ignoring their arrival!
The Voyage over was as Dull as I expected, though I was able to get to know many of my Fellow Travelers. So far they rate as the most Dangerous Creatures I've encountered in the New World, which is good as I'll soon be going on an Expedition with some of them out into the Surrounding Wilderness!
All going as expected, I should have another Letter for you in a week and I'll have made a start on my Catalogue of Nasty Monsters from the New World for you to scare the Little Ones with.
Yours,
Gilro Ward
P.S. What is the difference between an Amphisbaena and your Mother's Fish Pie? One has Many Scales, is often full of Vermin, and is Unpleasant at Both Ends. The Other is a Two-Headed Ant-Eating Snake."
This Gilro chuckles at his own joke then hums a short repeating leitmotif as he presses a thumb to each paragraph; a glowing sigil spreads beneath each touch then fades into invisibility. He meticulously folds the letter, twisting it so that any attempt to unfold it before it reaches its destination would leave subtle tears.
Letter ready to send, he gets into bed to nurse a tankard of thick dwarven beer and thumb through a well-worn and battered joke book until the candle stub burns down.
And burn down it did.