A cloaked figure walk up to the town message board. Standing a few feet away, a hand is protrudes from a cloak. With a simple wave and a spoken word that sounds like a small breeze, an aged parchment appeared on the post. After the parchment was placed, the figure walks off into the woods.
Upon closer inspection of the parchment it reads
To my Fellow shamans and other communers of spirits,
I would like to humbly request your presence for a discussion of said spirits and the possibility of forming a group. Please come out to the area between the woods and the Farm to find me.
T. Felagourd
(ooc: Send me a PM if interested and I will add you to the discussion)