"It's, well, somewhat embarrassing, if truth be told," Nalrendramid said. "You see, over the last year or so, I have been .. becoming closer, shall we say, with a certain lady, one of impeccable taste and breeding. Our correspondences have grown warmer, and on the rare occasions that we have been able to see each other .. well, yes, a gentleman doesn't reveal such things. As a token of the great esteem I hold her in, I sent her a certain piece of jewellery, an heirloom of my house. It was passed down to me when my grandfather passed away, some years ago."<br/><br/>"Well, now it seems that there has been a discrepancy uncovered in his instructions, and it should have gone to my cousin, Shaldithoren Kilturim. She's a terrible waste of flesh, without, to my mind a single redeeming characteristic. She is demanding her rightful property be returned post haste, and while I have the ability to stall her somewhat, it gives me only a temporary breathing space." He raised his glass and took a swallow of the liquor within before continuing.<br/><br/>"Naturally, when this issue first arose, I dispatched word to my lady friend, explaining the situation and begging her indulgence of returning said jewellery, promising her that I would replace it with something even finer. Alas, I have heard no reply from her, and I do not have time to waste on couriers going back and forth. Hence I turn to you .. I am hoping that you will go to her, plead my case and return with the item in question before my cousin manages to exhaust my delaying tactics."<br/><br/>"While I would quite happily, under other circumstances tell her she could shove her tail .. well, yes .. the issue is that her brother in law, who for some reason I cannot fathom adores her, has the ear of the local Duke, and he stands to make my life very difficult." He spread his hands in a '<em>what can you do?</em>' gesture. "Naturally I shall recompense you generously for your assistance, should you be able to help."