Three Letters

[Three letters sit atop Reynhild's bureau, amid a half-dozen spent quills, a few splattered and empty inkpots, and a pile of scribbled, then crumpled and discarded parchments. Caedmon Fulcairn's treatise sits close by, stuffed to overflowing with bookmarks.]

Adair, Asha, Orian, Telfyrdd,

I have an idea. I believe we can take the traditions of the Wilder woodsfolk and turn them into something more-- something that can be a force to defend Wilder's Gorge, and all of Taeghas, in the days to come. I also believe that in doing so, we can effectively support Baron Cathal's vision for House Fulcairn. I learned a great deal while fighting awnsheglien, orogs, and elves, and from studying the works of Cathal's great-grandfather, Caedmon Fulcairn. I wish to teach it to you; if all goes according to my plan, you will be the first of many. Please return to the Keep. Our wizardly colleague tells me our borders can afford a small break from your patrols.

Oh, and it seems Lwcan survived the fight with the elves, after all. I'll ask him to come, too, but you know how he is.

--Reynhild

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Leandra,

How would you feel about visiting Wilder's Gorge in the near future? If you don't wish to make the trip yourself, perhaps a few of the finest of your flock could come. I have plans that will benefit both your people and mine, and I need your help in seeing them through.

--Reynhild
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Our Oath

Honour the forest. For every tree cut down, plant two in its place.

Honour the city, where shines the light of civilization.

Honour the common folk; by the sweat of their brows is the emperor himself fed.

Honour the just ruler, who guards and guides all her subjects, and her laws.

Honour yourself. Strive to master yourself and better yourself in all ways.

Honour your enemy. Make his death clean and quick.

[Scribbled in the margins are the words: Ugh, I don't know if I'm any good at this. Maybe I should get that obnoxious Khinasi woman to look it over.]