In the twilight, when noone is around, a cloaked figure approaches the town post and affixes a small piece of parchment to the post. He then walks away from town and disappears into the shadows.
The note reads:
Xavior,
My friend, the note is at our last drop site.
You will find your instructions there.
We are getting closer to our goal.
Your associate,
S.
A slight figure plows into the dwarf and lands flat on its arse. "Verdomme" it exclaims as it regains it footing. Tregard Maynard blushes as he remembers his manners. "Sorry , cousin. I was hunting moonfrogs for my roommate. Alas, it looks he will be playing with himself tonight."
The gnome cocks his head to side and scowls. He bursts out laughing " I certainly did not say it like that. Now hush, its not your turn to speak. " Tregard regains his composure and sidles up to Blisdon's right side. " Whatcha reading" he asks.
Blisdon was exiting the tavern, casually sipping a tall mug of refreshing ale as he strolled by the post on his way to turn in for the night. He would have kept walking had the fresh white parchment not caught his eye in the moonlight. After stepping closer to the post and reading the cryptic contents on the small note the stout dwarf began to run stroke his beard in deep thought.
"Hrmm..." Grumbled Blisdon just before taking another long sip of his brew as he contemplated on what the new note could mean.