"Offer yer services, huh?" The little woman looks up from the scroll and gives you another crooked grin, and a wink. "I could think of some things fer ya to service, that's for certain... but that ain't quite what Ol' Hooter says in this letter."<br/><br/>She tosses you the scroll, motioning for you to read it yourself. Of course, you'd seen the old tengu man write the letter... but hadn't really had a chance to see what the old owl-man had said about you.<br/><br/>"Disregard the pet name..." The woman mutters, almost as an afterthought.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Da Scroll</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Dearest Koko,<br/><br/>The elf standing before you- Master Venal, I believe was his name- has been sitting at my bar for the past several hours listening to tales of the missing God-child. And try as he might to discourage himself, you can almost feel the curiosity burning a hole in his stomach. <br/><br/>To put a long story short, I am sending him to you. Not only as a potential Seeker of Secrets, but perhaps even a Keeper for the Smiling Skies chapter...<br/><br/>-Thorgen Brightmoon, Keeper of Secrets [retired]</span></em></div></div><br/>Once it's apparent that you've finished reading, the little gnome woman speaks up; and you can hear the fondness in her voice for the old tengu as she does.<br/><br/>"He's getting on in years- must be almost a hundred now- But that ol' Hooter has always been good at picking 'em. He recruited me, and there's rumors he founded the chapter that found the Shattered Shield fifty years ago..." The woman stands up on the desk and walks across the piles of paper, hopping down and walking over to a heavy, gilded tome sitting against the wall behind her desk. A teetering, unsteady moment later, the big tome<em>crash</em>es down on the desk.<br/><br/>"Now, mind you, its yer call... I can give you a job, and send ya on your merry way. Or, if yer interested, we could see if ol' Hooter still has an eye for talent, and you can put yer mark down as a Seeker of Secrets."