In the year one thousand and thirteen, thirty days beyond the summer solstice, King of Silverthorne, glorious defender of man, friend to the free peoples of the world, I, Duke Kendall send you greetings and salutations.

Word of the doings in the duchy of Vaunephasauk has reached us, even here, and we are outraged on your behalf. Troops of this nation, with the assistance of my personal soldiers and those of House DeVris have closed down the dens of iniquity operated by the brotherhood of mages within these lands. However, I fear that my aid will not reach the West in time to be of any assistance to your loyal Kirka.

I maintain troops at the border with Harrison, and have become bogged down in a rolling field skirmish with the hired lackeys of the mages guild in the lands of Bonnifuss. I will be able to route these traitors given time, but for the moment they seem to be slipping through my fingers with the greased ease of river eels. I believe they may be receiving aid from unknown supporters, and we receive little cooperation from the forces within Bonnifuss without first paying exorbitant tariffs. My troops will reach the inner sea no earlier than next year, for the winter will catch us still within the lands of Bonnifuss, putting down the mages’ rebellious tendencies here.