Removing the curled up peice of paper.. parchment...? Jim unrolled the surprisingly supple missive.
'My Dearest Jim,', it started, making jim's brow rise. He read on.
Oh, handsome Mortal, I have gazed at thee from these would whene ere tou pass by. Know that I am the Nymph of the Oak, a faerie creture long on this Realm. Alone and unhappy, I have become smitten with thee, and beg thee - come to my tree and allow me to grant thee ecstacy. Come forward into the woods four hundred paces, and there I shall await.
It was signed 'Alloyne'
Jim...
Wed Aug 18 07:53:51 1999