It's early morning when you hear a knock on the door and open it to find a breathless child clutching a small envelope. "'Scuse me, I gots a message to deliver to ya, " she pants, holding the envelope out to you with a grubby hand. You look her over - she is about waist height, with small brown eyes and a button nose. She is missing a few baby teeth and the rest are crooked and decaying. She looks like she has not bathed in all her life, and she smells like it too. You take the letter from the girl, wrinkling your nose, and her mouth twisted wryly as she waits, fidgeting impatiently. You read...
Dear Friend,
I have searched long and far for someone who could supply my people with suitable weapons for hunting and protection. I can only hope that this message does not go astray, and that my efforts are not in vain.
My request includes any type of past time or post apocalyptic weaponry and supplies for use in a post-apocalyptic nation state. This may include knives and swords, traditional archery and hunting supplies, horses, cattle and wagons for transport, to name a few. My city and it's surrounding state are small, and survivors few. We are no large army and as such, need not require much.
Please understand that due to security and safety reasons I have not enclosed payment or part thereof. If you are able and willing to fulfill this request, please send a reply via the bearer of this message. I will arrange for a suitable means of collection and deliver your confirmed payment price in 5 days time.
I look forward to your reply.
Yours in business,
First Lady Skylar of Organicia .