[Letter to Arnock Reyer]

[Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi]

[A Sibylline Acolyte delivers a letter to the Garrison of the Fourth Legion. It is addressed to:]

Sergeant Arnock Reyer
Seat of Intelligence to the War Council of Ephia's Well


Dear Reyer,

My friend, on another day, I would have said to you that: "I believe you are in my chair." But duty has bid me far afield these past weeks and the Warmaster's decision was wise and principled. There is no other that I would trust more to see through the terrible task before us.

Though my purpose has seen me range, I have not been idle. I have a report for you, the Warmaster, the Legates, and Lieutenant Colmes. It is a matter that ought be spoken of directly. I will put it to pen only if necessity demands it.

Let us speak, and soon, on these weighty matters. For we look ahead to the crux of this grand design. And through the struggle's course we shall yet see the liminal shores of Paradise.

Serve the Garden, O stalwart of the Well.

Sincerely,

Sister Amélie

[Canadianloki]

[Reyer's loyal hawk companion Masterion returns a letter to the Priory}

Sister, just let me know when and I'll do my damnedest to make the time. Wager there's to be a war council at the end of the week or thereabouts. Either before or during might be the time. Regardless I'll seek you when I can

Sergeant Arnock Reyer
Seat of Intelligence to the War Council of Ephia's Well