To The Legates of The Well

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[A parchment smelling of smoke and oud arrives at the doors of each Legate.]

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Honoured Legates,

I've a matter of utmost import with which I must speak to you on. I am but a humble soldier by the name of Robert Fauchard, but I pray that you, in your boundless wisdom and love for the people, will grant me an audience in private.

There are many things that have distressed me since my coming, some that have shook the very core of my soul far more than the toils under the cruel prisons of Banafsi.

Our fair city struggles under the beating of Pra'Raj and those that seek its decay from deep within.

Soldier Fauchard

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[A missive is transferred by a Scribe to the Garrison.]

Soldier Fauchard,

Let us meet soon.

YOURS,
DOMHNALL JUDICAEL GUIVARCH
LEGATE OF THE ASSEMBLY
FIRST SEAT