A large raven lands on the sign post squacking loudly at anyone that approaches it. It sounds like it's saying something.
"Meeessss...Squak! Mess..age! Mess...age!" the raven calls.
Kevass and Kirell look like two prepubescent Angori children excited over mail. Trying to both make out what the small piece of parchment says, they get their horns tangled up. "Sorry Kirell I am not used to these horns yet." They slowly untangle themselves "that was embarrassing. I hope no one was paying attention" Kevass holds the parchment up for both to see, careful not to get tangled again.
After the angori kiss one another passionatly..........
The note reads: To who ever my raven finds, please come with all haste to our aid. We have fallen pray to a foul plot. My court and I are trapped in my keep in the realm of Rastimeir. My hamlet is called Gloveres, a small farming community. We are small but quite wealthy and will pay handsomly anyone that rescues us from our grim fate.
A suiter came to court my daughter and brought a strange plant as a gift. The plant is taking over the castle and killing everyone that stands against it, including the would be suiter. Please with all due haste come west and save this king and his subjects.
King Laxvon V
The heart born, the protector of the rast, and the lord of Glovres.
Kirell hears the racket from the tavern and walks to the sign post trying to decipher the message the raven is conveying.
"Speak to me messenger."
"What if the Hoky Poky "IS" What it's all about."