Michelle tittered with glee.  "The bartender is a gruff old man.  He just shakes his head.  He's happy you didn't leave him with a glass and nobody to drink from it, though.  Okay.  So you open up the envelope and inside of it is... a letter.  That's usually what you find in envelopes," she explained.  She stood up from her seat and, with a piece of paper in her hand, she reached across the table.  "It's this letter.  I like props."<br/><br/>The sheet of paper she passed off to Jaime was a very well-made prop; it was intensely aged, and even seemed brittle to the touch, especially along the two creases where it might have been folded to fit inside of an envelope.  It was more yellow-brown than white, regardless, and the ink on it had the impression of being stained into the paper for centuries.  Certainly a work of art!<br/><br/>"Read it," Michelle said, almost demanded.  She was certainly very excited to put her new prop to use!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Should Jaime Read The Letter ...</div><div class="spoiler_body">This is what the letter says:<br/><br/>"It is with heavy heart that I write this, and I must hope that you, dear reader, are the intended recipient and not some bystander in the events that even now threaten to drive our world into darkness.  And heed my notice: are world <em>is</em> at risk, and even those who believe they work to save it only play into the hands of those sinister souls who hope to end it.<br/><br/>I fear it may be a great deal of time between the hour that I etch this and the time when it finds you; it is with great frustration that I say that when you read this, I will likely be long dead.  My legacy must live on, though; even now, the Elyrian Temples spread across the world.  Take this letter to an Elyrian temple; speak to the High Priestess there, and show her the symbol here.  She will know what it means.<br/><br/>I ask the world of you, reader; I know that I do.  You must heed my words, and do as I command: our world depends on you."<br/><br/>The signature is illegible; there is a circular mark, etched through esoteric and engimatic geometric shapes, near the signature.<br/><br/>Also, by the time Jaime has reached the bottom of the page, she'll discover that she's no longer sitting at a table with Michelle, but is comfortably located on a bar stool at a bar with an angry-looking old man and a pint of mead.</div></div>