Once upon a time (that time being around five years prior), Glenn Burnie had quite a bit of information at his fingertips. He had built up an Inquisitory which, while almost laughable by the standards of Razasan or even Thessilane, was quite advanced for a backwoods place such as Myrken Wood. Yes, he'd take on just about anyone who could read and write, but that was a damn sight better than what they had before he made the effort. In general, rumors could be explored and people could, quite often, be tracked down.
Now, though he was a man of at least modest means, he lacked such investigative tendrils. Instead, and because he had little else to spend his money on, messengers were, at times, sent far and wide in search of those he wished to deliver a message. It meant things took time if they happened at all.
Still, letters were distributed months back with the change of seasons and maybe, just maybe, one might find its way.
Descant,
As I write this letter, we sit on the other end of seven years since your unfortunate ball in Myrken. As I remember it, you flickered in and out of the province for a year or two after but were gone before things became more disastrous by far with Rhaena. I am glad if that was the case, for you would have been an easy target for her maddened magpie instincts then and there. I assume you know what happened. It is not the purpose of my missive so I will not spend any further time on it.
Know that I always found you to be forthcoming in our few dealings and even years later, I do hold lingering appreciation. Note that in almost every such statement I could add the addendum "for a bard." I imagine you know this.
I have some small need of your service, even from afar. Or, more accurately, I have some small need of a man of your talent and knowledge and you came to mind before most others, both for the ease in which I had previously spoken with you (albeit under poor circumstances) and because I thought a small commission might be due to you given the waste of your time and resources in Myrken.
I seek stories, ones not easily found in books, as it pertains to fairies and most especially fairy queens. If you remember me at all, you know that I am an inquisitive sort and I mean no harm to anyone (or, if you are so inclined, anything) in this inquiry. You may, however, guess the rest.
If willing, please respond. I would be curious how the last few years treated you as well.
With my thanks,
Glenn Burnie