Box of D&D

Morning came far too early for the drow rogue, but that was to be expected. She had stayed up rather late praying to Kelemvor, and the anticipation of the job made her restless. Yawning, she stood, dressed, and washed up, even though she knew that she would just be dirty again ten minutes after she left the tavern. She heard a small scuttling in the corner and whipped out a knife, pinning the spiderling to the wall. It screamed as it died, and she grinned viciously as she retrieved her blade. "You picked the wrong room to spin your web in, little spider." The drow wiped her blade off and sheathed it again before gathering her things and going downstairs for breakfast.

The page fluttered in the wind, barely distinguishable from the rest tacked to the notice board in Protector's Enclave. The headline was simple - "Adventurer Seeking Help" - just like all the rest. What was unusual, however, was the handwriting. It seemed that whoever had written it had been meticulous in their efforts, though that had done little good in the end; the message wasn't as legible as it might have been.
Regardless, anyone who wanted to could stop and read it.