A swift running Gnoll messenger departs into the night, with a correspondance for the nearby foul empire-he arrives at the capital city of Emperor Demonic Spoon, and is mistakenly shot by the town watch, though to be fair, he was trying to kill livestock. Close inspection reveals what he was carrying...
Greetings Foul Empire, from the Tribe of Greenblood
My time is short, as will be my message! The Tribe has noted your success, and has agreed to send you a caravan, laden with our finest goods. We have little experience trading-we have only taken what we needed before-but this is a new dawn for the race of Gnolls and Kobold, and we would like to forge a pact with your people. In return for your wealth, we will trade our finest black marble, "keenest" blades and armors, and our less extreme forms of artwork.
Furthermore, we have knowledge you are also connected through friendship and trade to another empire further North, the United Provinces. We would like to communicate with them, but the distance is far to great-we would like to ask you to do so on our behalf.
If you might have been forced to kill our messenger, then be so kind as to consume the body.
Warm regards, High Shaman Lord Dwareet'ik
(located below this is the tiny pawprint seal of the Kobold Lord in blood red wax, and the following pages located within point out rough directions to a city in North Highblood)