A message, (not) in a bottle.

[The Eye]

A missive delivered by hands unseen, a letter weighed down with stones left lying upon the bridge into Dal'Thala, the former home of Ozmandius Tal. A letter containing the whereabouts of a tome of lore hard to find in the wider lands of Meranthe.

The question remains, which city will receive such a note next?

[The Eye]

A second note, with a second prize. A gift of knowledge worth more than gold, left to drift in the streets of Prospera for anyone to pick up.

Who is to find the tome offered? Those who would use it? Or those who would burn it?

[The Eye]

A third note, to make up for lost time. Though offered freely this gift is likely to be declined.

[The Eye]

Another note, leading to another tome. This time drifting along the cobbles of Martyr's vigil.