Late Night Mail
An envelope would arrive to the Ludlow Vineyards establishment baring a seal similar to that of the Lancaster, the letter within would bear the addressing of “To the Proprietors and Heads of the Ludlow Vineyards”, the words vague and yet the right amount to get the point across.
Within the envelope, the letter reads as so:
They say things with time to age are the best in quality, and yet here I sit in a Brothel close to disarray, wondering why such establishments could not be as effortlessly fruitful and worth it’s weight like that of wine.
I am looking to give my women a better quality of life. The change has long since been over due, and it is time to bring the pretty Brothel of Goldshire, Elwynn Forest from the slums and into that of riches. I desire to start, first, with finer foods and beverage.
Beverage is where I hope you will come into play. I desire to meet thus to discuss business propositions.
Configure with me a date and time best fitted for you and I will attempt to meet your demand.
I eagerly await your response,
Lady Luck Guide You,