Shrayvar walks up the notice board, parchement in hand. Through blearly, half-closed eyes, he unceremoniously slaps his parchment against the board and nails it in place with a double whack of the hammer. After pocketing his hammer he continues on, stiffling a yawn as he does so. The notice that he leaves behind reads as follows:
I need someone who is capable of performing ruin enchantments on weapons. I'm hoping to have the same enchantment peformed three times, but if you only have time to do it once or twice we might still be able to work something out. In exchange, I can forage just about anything for you, within reason.
-Shrayvar
Swift came walking by sometime later. The parchment caught his eye. The tall ixifar stroked his feathers in thought. Conjuring an inked quill seemingly from nowhere, he wrote in a large scrawled script:
"Send a reply by this note to the Library. I have a large selection of enchantments available. Thank you for your attention. ~Swift"
Upon finished writing, the quill in his hand melts and disappears. The letters written glow a deep blue before a mist of magical energy lifts from them. The ribbons of blue mana form into the small glowing shape of a bird as it seeks out Shrayvar. When it finds the Mau, the glowing bird forms into a copy of the letter at his feet.