Unbeknownst to the holders of the mysterious notes, those scraps of leatherskin have magical powers. And Jovia, Innkeeper of Wayfarer's Rest, can track the progress of this band of adventurers through those very same scraps.
== Jovia's Report
As directed, the progress of this latest ragtag, hodgepodge, wholly unsuitable collection of misguided will be recorded here and reported on. The method of selection using these disguised scrying devices leaves a lot to be desired, as I've reported and complained about many times. Many young lives are being sacrificed . . . but you care not about that. Nothing about this current crop of "adventurers" (and I use the term loosely) gives me any hope that they will succeed. Except . . .
I admit that this latest group seems a bit different from the others. There is a harmony observed during their initial trek in the Ghostlands that grew even stronger during the toughest of situations. I've seen more than one group falter completely on those murloc beaches. The crafty creatures attack in bunches and go after the unwary with a vengeance, but ultimately it was the murlocs that retreated and gave this group the field of victory. There is character here, depth of heart.
Strike that last. I shall not grow attached. It may be that soon enough another doomed group will muddy my Inn floors, carrying scraps of leatherskin that might as well be death notices.
Setting aside her report, Jovia began polishing the Inn silverware for the night's meal. They call themselves the Grunt Foundation, she thought to herself. No group has given themselves a name before. But you, my masters, don't know that, do you?
Jovia then answered herself. Of course not. Because that's not going to be in my report. Jovia hummed as she polished.
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