A letter left for Adela Latonei

Judging by the scrawl of the letter, it seems to be written by a drunk man

Miss Latonei,

The radiance of your beauty has no equal,
In all the realms of Toril,
The elegance of your visage is lethal
And your beauty enraptures my will.

When you gaze into the abyss,
It gazes back at you,
When I peer into your eyes,
My spine tingles, too.

Though I do not boast,
About what I like most
Where can I get some sauce,
For that rump roast?

-Justin

Upon her next visit to the Oak, Adela receives the letter. She opens it curiously, and reads the poem. Her mouth drops open, a bit shocked, as she reads the poem over again. She actually blushes a bit, and stows the letter in her bag. She shakes her head, laughing slightly.