...It had been almost a year. He had found it in a pouch - the same one he cradles in his hands now. With careful fingers he pulls the tattered cylin...
Meiffret stopped suddenly and frowned, 'No. This will not do.' Writing on a fresh parchment, he then inked the following:
To join the Gleeman, simply contact me. Be motivated (not perfect). Be strong (level 25+). Be of good repute (no warrants of the Light). Don't be a channeler.
Within a few short hours, the note was posted around the cities and towns of the world.