Letter to Grimm

Grimm,

I have but a moment, I will try to be brief. Smoke still lingers in the husks of the border towns. I do not know how many are left, and I don’t know how long I have until I can no longer travel back to Meadowmere.

There’s one sanctuary outpost left that still stands by the sea. Barrier protection, I’m sure. Smells like Raine. But they will not remain hidden from the fires for much longer. Those that haven’t fled – or died – are gather what they can carry and heading to the mountains. The few Beast-kin that remain are throwing all of their hope into smugglers – and you and I both know not all of them are worthy of their trust.

I have made contact with Three of your Five. The DeJardin have posted their decree to the Company. Stay out of conflict, or meet it. With force. The First and Second are adamant to remain neutral. They will not risk taking sides. Third might be swayed. Fourth is missing and hasn’t been heard from or seen in weeks. Fifth would not meet with me. Not after he met with Concourse. From what I could see, Concourse has ships flying DeJardin colors. Swaying the Association tide may be above our coin purse.

If you do not hear from me in the next few days, do not send Aide. It’s… as we say… bananas here. Even with allies.

I must fly, or I will miss my window back to Meadowmere. Word of horde is spreading and there are darker beasts at play.

Stay safe.

Rook