[Written in beautifully penned Elven Script]
1550 DR, 23rd of Mirtul
The hoards of the Abyss continue to push onward, unabated. So many brave souls lost already. Leaving the dead to lie in peace under a powerful watchman, I go to march once more against the plague that threatens to engulf Faerûn.
Reluctantly, the Elven mages must now consult the Demonomicon of Iggwilv, a gift given from signing the Treaty of Silverymoon. I've written the sages of Kah-Abhar to request that they aid the Elves in the construction
[The bottom of the scrap of paper is torn]