A letter delivered by special messenger:

Dear Countrypeople, I am not allowed out of Cséjthe Castle, especially these days. Actually, I never ventured out much before my incarceration either. I have heard that the food and brew here is the best in the land. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting good solid German food and home-brewed ale, especially after so many years of NOTHING! *ahem* If I promise to be good and not drag the delivery boy down to the dungeon of forgotten souls, your special consideration during Germania's GoldFest day would be greatly appreciated. I am starving for people, I mean, company. Yes, and the food as well, of course. I remain, Countess Erzsebet Bathory