The Legend of Stalvan

The name Stalvan rings a bell. I remember now.

Many years back, on a stormy night, a messenger came in, seeking refuge for the night. Near the stroke of midnight, the man ran down the stairs screaming, his face pale with fear. Still wearing his bedclothes, he disappeared into the downpour.

In his haste he forgot his letters in the chest upstairs. He never returned for them. One remains from that Stalvan fellow, intended for the Canal District in Stormwind. Help yourself to it.

What have ya got there? Let me take a look at that. . .

You've got some nerve bringing this here.