Delivery at the Gates of Myth Drannor

A young man garbed in a red tunic, odd black-grey sigils etched upon the weaves, slowly approaches the elven city of Myth Drannor though pauses a few yards from the gate. He rubs his brow and then flips up his wide-brimmed hat as his blue eyes gaze upon the elven guards.

"If you gents would permit me, I have a letter of vital import that I need delivered to the clergy at the temple of Lathander as swiftly as possible. I assure you it is no foolish trick or deception on my part, though your superiors can take a gander at it if it helps them sleep at night."

The man would remain in place, making no advance towards the city until a guardsman or other authority figure approaches, to whom the sealed letter is then given.

"Thanks, mate," he says, smiling faintly. With a small tip of his hat, he turns around and departs from the city's gates if the guards request nothing of him.

//Edited to correct a slight miscommunication for which I apologize. If anyone is a member of the temple's clergy or if any prominent figures of Myth Drannor would have read the letter prior to its delivery, just let me know and I'll send you what was written.