A torn page, crumpled at the bottom of Lonfrik's coin pouch. The words are written in small, neat Khuzdul, but phrases have been crossed out roughly.
Master Drivi,
I have received your message and will return by midsummer at my earliest convenience. I trust that you will continue to be successful in your venture and will not have need of me until then. I apologize for any inconvenience I cause you, but I have been away in the South traveling of late making inquiries involved in another matter busy. Upon my return I will provide you with the details you have asked for. Until then, I continue to implore you not to contact the Dourhands of the Blue Mountains. Those are not the same as our folk to be trusted in any circumstance. And of course I need not remind you to avoid notice in Zigilgund.
I believe that if all that I have learned is of use, we will be sheltered comfortably by Winter.
I will assist you come Winter. There is yet hope for our seclusion and survival.
Fare well,
The letter is clearly by Lonfrik, but is unsigned. Splotches of ink have been splattered in the space left for a signature.
