The bow sat upon the table, unwrapped from its light leather wrapping along with a book and a symbol. He had read it over and over, he still couldn't believe it. He finally tossed it on the table and rubbed his thumb over the small book, pulling a small letter from its pages.
"Dear Friend
These should help you on your path, should you ever need work, come and find me at the Forsaken Inn, just south of Weathertop. There we can discuss your employment, for both you and your elven friend. There is much to do."
Signed, Pellam.
"Aye, I bet there is..." He whispered, flipping a coin through his fingers in the dim candle light.
