It was so wonderful to see you leading the band on a full moon, and I, for one, liked your twiggy bristles. It’s not often that us kobolds get a handsome human hero to look up to, especially one of such fine human bloodline. So, it is with great pride that we travel out of the ghetto to spend a night in the Wheatsheaf. I wonder if so fine a man as yourself could ever love a silly kobold girl like me, so I have sent you a picture, just in case.
Your adoring fan,