A carefully calligraphed letter left at the desk of the garrison, reads.
"Dear Soldiers of his excellencies' fourth Legion - I write to you in sympathy and appreciation of the difficult work The revered sultan's janissaries face; and, to extend an offer of aid in whatever way my skill can avail you. I am a trained Physician to tend to the cares of the wounded, and a talented mage with the Astronomers. Be it magic for your patrols, to help hunt down the ner-do-well who plague the well, bountied or bountyless, or meerly to tend the injuries of those harmed in the line of duty.
- Sincerest wishes Ashley Scherwin."
Another in like kind.
"Consider my offer Revoked.
- Hoping for your swift recovery, Ashley Scherwin."