Five days after the party arrived in Lave, the Lord Commander, Kelemis Durn, Leader of Vesh and Master of the Vigilants, sat behind his oaken desk. There, with quill in hand, consulting his ancient handbook of the Tongue and Quill, the leader of the free world penned a missive while addressing his seneschals. “Send copies of this, with my seal, to the Company of Stalwarts, the Bronze Arrows, and the group that brought the amphora to us.”
Putting the quill back in the pot, Durn grabbed a handful of sand and spread it across the ink, helping blot it and speed its drying upon the parchment. He paused and reviewed the letter slowly. It read:
Please forgive the suddenness of this message. It is imperative that I speak with you; for some of you, word of your exploits has reached me. Others of you, I know personally.
A situation has arisen that demands action, but I fear that my Vigilants are hampered, quite frankly because they are too well known. We need someone of strength and dedication who is willing to undertake a task of no little danger. Rest assured, I would not seek to use outsiders unless it were absolutely necessary and the task is of utmost importance.
I would ask that you come quickly as you might to the Hall of Command here in Lave. Present this letter, and yourselves, to Trophion, my major-domo. Time is of the essence.
With kind regards,
Home Commander of Vesh