As the cloud of festive drink and song fade from my head, I sit down to write for the first time in what seems like an Age.

Therans, my spies lie all about me having revelled in the fruits of our spoils and the profit of the chaos of the times. I trust my missives have reached even the farmers of the Aturi Plains and as deep as the King of Lower Cragstone.

Hopefully all of you have taken time to learn of who has the items that you need to gather. Soon those who can manipulate their power shall find you and begin the process. I sense this will soon be over Therans, one way or another.

Yours pensively,
-PP