-the letter reads as follows-
"hopefully this offer reaches you, my past two attempts were not that successful so I've opted to send a trusted assistant to hand deliver it. I'll keep things simple in case this letter is intercepted but space nazis have stolen a highly dangerous proto-type weapon and we're looking for an unconventional group that can either reclaim or destroy it. If you're interested, have the dumbest person in your group eat this letter or head to the coordinates at the bottom, which ever floats your boat."
-and at the bottom of the envelope there are indeed coordinates in space and time-
Roy: "Eh, I had my fill on processed wafer of pulp wood thank you very much."
-*In the meantime.*
Longram: *Looking for Asagi.*

-The green ball looks at the people opening the door, an envelope sliding out of it's mouth-
Haro: message to deliver, message to deliver.