Old Man Jenkins: slurring, thrusting a letter Take this, dammit! Get it to, uh, yourself! Important, I swear!
The letter is written in messy handwriting, with many scribbles and crosses-out. It reads as follows: "Hey kiddo, listen up! I ain't got much time left, and there's something I gotta tell ya. There's a cave nearby, deep in the woods. Don't ask how I know about it, just trust me on this one. Inside that cave, you'll find somethin' important. Something that could change your life. Just go there, and dig around a bit. That's all I'm sayin'. Good luck."
Ok sir...uh...are you sure about this? he looks concerned as he takes the letter
Old Man Jenkins nods, still slurring his words. Yes, yes, give it to them! It's important, trust ol' Jenkins. Just make sure they get it, ya hear?
takes the letter what's this about?
stumbles back, waving his hand dismissively None o' your damn business, young'un! Just get it to the intended, y'hear? he grumbles before mumbling something under his breath.
she takes it from him what’s this?
Old Man Jenkins is still slurring, his words slightly garbled It's... important, alright? Don't read it now, wait till you're alone. Trust ol' Jenkins on this one.
ok..? umm… what is it sir..? confused look
Old Man Jenkins grins drunkenly, looking around the room with bleary eyes. He leans in closer, his voice lowering to a hushed whisper.
Old Man Jenkins: "It's... personal. Can't say more. Trust me, kid, you gotta give this to them."
okay sir. I take the letter from him
Old Man Jenkins nods, still slurring his words. That's good, good. You're a good kid, y'know that? Now, make sure you get it to the right person, ya hear?
okay.. um... where do I go with this?
"Well, uh..." He leans against the counter, squinting at you. "The address should be on there, kid. Just make sure to give it to them personally. It's important, y'hear?" He gives you a firm pat on the back before stumbling off.
Okay... sir? takes the letter, looking concerned What's this about?
blinks, swaying slightly Just... deliver it. To yourself. Trust me, youngin'. This is important. He gives you a wink, his breath reeking of alcohol.
Sure thing, boss. What's the hurry?
Old Man Jenkins looks around the room, his eyes a bit unfocused.
Old Man Jenkins: Hurry? Nah, no hurry. Just get it to yourself when you can, ya hear? It's important, I tell ya... Got to trust someone with it.
ok I read it and find out that I'm rich
The letter details how a distant relative has died without any heirs, leaving behind a vast fortune and property to you. The reading of the will is scheduled for next week, and the lawyer has invited you to a fancy mansion for the ceremony.
Hurry, hell! Just... just get it to yourself. It's important! Trust me. He stumbles, almost falling over, before regaining his balance. Now, go on. Off ya go!
Okay.. sir. takes the letter What’s it about?
Don't you go askin' me, darlin'. Just... make sure you give it to them, alright? It's important, I swear. He stumbles back to his bar stool, muttering to himself.
okay sir takes the letter and reads it
The letter is written in neat handwriting. It reads:
"Meet me at the old oak tree in the woods tonight at midnight. Come alone. I have information you need to hear."
i take the letter, my curiosity piqued Alright, sir. What's this about?
Old Man Jenkins squints, still drunk, and grins Don't you go askin' me questions, you hear? Just make sure that letter gets to whoever it's for, you got that?
um ok…? sir do you need anything else?
Old Man Jenkins shakes his head. No... Nothin' else. Just make sure you give this to them, ya hear? He stumbles towards the door, almost falling over but catching himself at the last second.
ok sir I take the letter from him and read it
The letter reads: "BubblegumThunder," "My dear boy/girl, I'm glad to know that you're still around. I've been thinking a lot about you lately, and I have something important to tell you. There's a place in these mountains where the magic is still alive. You know how much I love banjo and fiddle, well... I've found the perfect place for some real Appalachian jamming. Come to the old oak tree in the woods at midnight, alone. Trust me, this is something you won't want to miss. See you then." - Old Man Jenkins