[[in badly faded ink on parchment yellowed with age]]
For any unfortunate pursued by the Hunt.
Know that you are not alone, that you have a friend in this desolate place. For the moment my croft-cottage is safe from the hunters. Find me there, in the middle of the moor away to the North. I can offer you shelter and respite, but come quickly, for every day I feel my strength fading.
C.
