Klaus walked over to the desk and he sheathed his sword with the metallic click echoing loudly in the silence.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against the rough edge of the paper as he picked it up.
The handwriting was elegant and aristocratic with flowing cursive loops that looked entirely foreign to a rugged adventurer who swung an axe for a living.
Klaus brought the paper closer to the fading light of the candle, and he began to read.
[To the Commoner,
