[ She takes a seat, putting her knapsack into her lap to carefully draw out a precious piece of paper and a little piece of charcoal with a scrap of cloth tied around it with twine to stop it from getting on the fingers. ]

Harik. I don't know how it's spelled, but the runner I'm giving this to will know to get it to him. I just got to figure out how I want to word things.

[ She sighs, brow furrowing in thought. ]

Maybe just start out... "This is Minka. I know I was supposed to come back, but one of those demon rifts opened up and spit green magic into my hand." [ And then to Korrin: ] That's a good start, isn't it? Straight to the point. No bullshit.