My Brother,

Tomorrow will be the first day of the spring campaign in the year one thousand and fourteen. We camp a bare three leagues from the city of Mordin, in the north where my force of cavaliers has joined the armed might of Susspin. Tomorrow we shall stand on the Shores of the Serpent River, if destiny is willing we shall cross in victory.

I have a bad feeling though, my brother, for tonight we saw the glow of great fires beyond the horizon, and it is likely that tomorrow’s conflict will be bloody and hard fought. My scouts estimate at least half of the traitor’s forces lay gathered beyond the Serpent River’s banks.

Today we received a request for parlay from the council of mages that leads their forces into battle. I will attend personally, as a show of good faith, and the power of the King. I take with me fifty of my best men, as well as a scribe from Toevass that I picked up on my way to Susspin who was being hounded by the forces of the traitors. He is no mage, and writes a neat hand. He shall keep track of tomorrow’s events for me.

Light bless you, send my regards to our sister. My last will and testament has been granted into Kirka’s keeping until I can return to reclaim it. May this missive find you well.