To Whom It May Concern,
My name is Kendra Lorrimor and it has recently been brought to my attention that you were a friend, acquaintance or colleague of my late father Petros Lorrimor. Having died recently in an accident while on one of his research trips, my fathers remains were returned to me and are to be buried next week and I would like to extend to you an invitation to the funeral in Ravengro. After the funeral, my father's will is to be read and it is because of this that I write to you; my father's will has a clause to it that means that it may not be read without you and several others - all of which have been named in the will - being present for the reading of it.
The letter had arrived exactly one week ago, the envelope made of fine paper and sealed by black wax with a raven impressed into the dark substance, and though other matters demanded your attention you knew that you owed it to Professor Lorrimor to attend his funeral. Touched by the professor's life as an academic, wizard & part-time adventurer, you make some small measure of haste to arrive at his funeral on time though with every mile closer the matter of the will weighs on your mind... Now having recently arrived in Ravengro you march steadily closer to The Restlands, the aptly named resting place for Ravengro's departed souls, a funeral black cloak settled about your shoulders and a question on your lips; why me?