A little, sad looking Goblin child walks up to the Elf, tugging on her dress. He hands her the letter, his ears drooping as she opens it.
To whom it may concern,
At this time, myself and my brother, Pexaxas, are homeless. He's too young for the life I need to live, and he needs a home. We lost our folks in Gallywix's betrayl, and he's got no where else to live.
I've left him here, with you, so that he can live a relativley happy life with caring adults and other children his age.
Be careful, he tends to follow in my footsteps of merchantry. Try to make sure he doesn't get a hold of anything he could sell.
Sincerley,
Sarbann Pix
The little Gobo hugs her leg, his ears watering slightly.
