I have spared your Private Carter the shame of being fired if Lord Hawklin saw his most foolish letter.
I advise you to discipline him however for thinking he can question a noble with no evidence, Or a warrant signed by superiors
A massive army of goblins moved to attack the orcs on the Isle, apparently goaded on by the Old Half Orc Kelothorisi, adventurers defended the Old Man's hut as the orcs and goblins warred across the Isle, with a sure victory going to the orc tribes upon the Isle.
Later, Kelothorisi summoned adventurers once more in an apparent revenge attack on the one responsible for the original attack, an ancient black dragon in control of one of the Moon Wells upon the Isle of Alaron, and was apparently intent on sieging Caer Caerdwyll. Adventurers plunged into the fray to spare the city the damage of conflict, and apparently did battle with a Dragon.
Rumors spread that the Dragon Jarlexelen the Glossy Terror was slain by the adventurers- though rumor says that one of the adventurers that a Serpentine Terror aided in its slaying, having devoured Jarlexelen's heart once she was felled.
Upon realizing the mysteries of the accursed Isle, word travels through the Moonshaes that a settlement of human refugees rests upon the Isle, led by one LORD ARTHUR, who was gifted a cloak by Kelothorisi so that all would know his status the Lord of the Human people on the Isle...
The morning today dawns as any other morning might, except not all of the mist is burned away with the rising of the sun. Some of it lingers in dark places, a gentle miasma in alleyways, attics, and the low places of the forest near the city.
Those who venture beneath it notice that the sewers have become a quieter place of late, but that it seems as though they are being watched.
Occasionally, one hears that a young woman has been spotted walking in the mist, or several young women, or that women are disappearing from their beds at night - the story varies. Whatever the case, the mist is an odd occurrence given the coastal climate.
A pity, I had hoped it may have been bargained with and may have even proved an ally in the Aurinsola case. I know Abigail conversed with it, and she seems both flighty and reckless. She may be a useful point of contact if you wish to learn more. If the House of Dead do not have the resources to take the case and the Aurinsola case, I can find others to take it on.
It is rather embarrassing but it seems I now have to piece my knowledge of the lycans by rumours, which suggest slaying the demon had the effect we are aiming for. I suspect the warden is now withholding information from the militia while the Fellowship is in town.
I can, of course, pay you for the work you have done for the militia up untill now, and we can proceed as planned. Maybe just focus on Penn's issue and use it to cure victims?
Apologies for all this,
the militia private rips apart the letter moments after reading it in the street. He then after realizing what he's done collects every last scrap of paper. and makes for the nearest trashcan to set them ablaze.
I am a decent arcanist - after all, I can imbue wands. And I think I may have more experience with the divine domains than you, given a standard arcanist's lack of healing and restorative spells.
So call for me when you want to meet.
I'm available in the Serpent oftentimes. While I feel like discussing nearly anything else more, perhaps it would indeed be in order to speak about it.
On the other hand, I look forward to see you - I always favored your company, I'm sure you are aware. Apologies that our last meeting was not a flawless reflection of this.
If i am attacked by monsters trying to steal my possessions within the city, you can be damn sure my weapons are coming out, private. That is, of course, unless you intend to provide me with an unneded escort around the clock in the city.
-Vaaeldra, daughter of Athildith the gold.
a hasty letter is returned, smudged but what appears to be gnomish pudding
I must say I've never battled orcs so strategically sound and battle hardened. I'll do my best to put the events together for my verbal report later.
Ps, please excuse the pudding!