After waiting for hours in line at the mage shop Sam finally made it to the counter. "Sam the Scribe, I placed an order for Vellum Parchment many days ago sir."
The clerk turned and grabbed a bundle of rough parchment. "Here ya go lad."
Sam glares at the clerk. "Sir, my order was for fine vellum... this parchment will not do!"
The mage guildmaster steps forward, gently laying a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sam, lad... it's the war. Supplies are being rationed. With attacks in Moonglow, and the new attacks in other cities it's been hard getting supplies through."
"Oh! I hadn't thought of that. I'm sorry, these will do just fine. Just fine..."
Sam shuffles out of the door wondering how he will explain to Lord Raven that his correspondence will be written on rough parchment.