The letter delivered to Alviss, the former Winter Claw turned sellsword barbarian read simply:
Alviss. you frozen fool, come to Demacia. I've recieved an interesting contract. Their was no deliverer, no magic, no anything to bring it. It simply fund its way onto my person one day, in the middle of patrolling my territory.
If you're not interested in ghostly messages then don't worry, Winter Claw, things have been quite different lately. Terror you'd never believe roam these lands, monsters as big as you, and what's best? A quest for an item said to put an end to all this madness, and lots of gold to be had.
"BARKEEP!" The Barkkep ducked from the assumed flying tankard of mead. Alviss wasn't the quietest person when he was in his drink. "THE NEXT ROUND IS ON ME! HAHAHA!!" This however made the Barkeep smile...until the tankard came crashing down on the counter, shattering the tankard and cracking the counter.
"Please, sir...tell me you are finally leaving. My Inn won't last another day of you stay." The innkeeper asked, his eyes staring at the cracked counter and shattered mug.
"You limp wristed Demacian, I payed for it all, did I not? Stop crying and pass out the drinks. I leave tomorrow, but I'll be back to drink your inn dry again."
The innkeeper prayed to his gods that Alviss wouldn't return.
Alviss did leave in the morning, running North as fast as his legs would take him and singing many songs of drinking and fighting. To Alviss, there was nothing more worthy of song. On the second day, Alviss waved to Bradoc as he ran past the lad on his horse, which caused Bradoc to fall off (much to Alviss's amusement). Alviss arrived on the third day after receiving the letter from his old friend, carrying Bradoc over his shoulder.