A package arrived at the offices of The Mummy Factory. Inside is an intricate basket of woven Ulthuan wicker encasing a ceramic dragon on one side and a ceramic lion on the other. Within the basket are a series of rotten fruit, giving off a horrid stench.
A note is attached to the basket:
Dear The Foreman,
I was very impressed with the beautiful passing I witnessed in your last match! I have never seen deadites pass the ball with such grace and passion. Please accept this gift from my own personal pantry. I do not suspect that you and your teammates enjoy food, so I have enclosed some Expired fruits from Ulthuan. Perhaps you will enjoy their particular scent.