Lords and Ladies of the Green Council,
Salutations and felicitations. I have been asked by my comrades of the Green Heart Expeditionary Wedding Party to relay this missive of situational information and orders for immediate relay.
Firstly, the military situation in northern Varnhold is quite dire. An immense dragon turtle is in the river last seen headed west towards Fort Thorn. Your humble servant and transcriber herewith convinced it we were meager prey and not worthy of its mighty attention. Perhaps the residents of the fort can do likewise. Tribes of savage beastmen have been banded together and begun capturing and making slave to the denizens of the region. The powers-that-be (such as they are) appear completely ignorant to the problem, and grew quite alarmed when presented with proof of same. The mayor of Nikita’s Crossing fled in the night after we returned survivors and freed slavemen to his outpost. (A note to our factors in Brevoy to be on the lookout for same might not go amiss – Certain lessons should be taught to one so derelict in his duty, abandoning same, etc)
As a result of the disturbances to the population (enslavement, etc), agricultural activity in the area has dropped to near nothing. Most fields have been trampled or burned, and those that have not been maltreated no longer have agrarian personnel to manage them (to wit: farmers, etc). Our esteemed Lords and Ladies of the Green Heart Expeditionary Wedding Party are sending orders for the Green Regent et, al to increase our land’s agricultural production as much as is at all possible. Forthcoming famine in Varnhold is almost certain to occur with spreading effects into Brevoy.
Further orders have been relayed from our blessed Lords & Ladies etc etc, regarding increasing scouting and military patrols along the eastern border, roads and rivers. With the hordes of beastmen running rampant, we can no longer count on the well-meaning but ineffective Varnling folks, and we must remain vigilant to prevent such mischief from entering our lands.
For Lady Wren in particular, my royal compatriots, etc etc have asked that she and her agents double and redouble their efforts at espionage of agents from Varnhold and counter to same from their agents.
Finally, an addendum requested from our mighty companion and bearer of flame, Lady Shirin. She wishes news spread throughout the land that she has (almost nearly) single-handedly slain a fell beast – a mythic manticore. She has claimed the immense beast’s head as her trophy and is retaining it in one of the party’s magical containment bags, to the exclusion of all other contents. Upon our return, she will mount it as a trophy to serve as testimony to the might of Lady Shirin, and the wisdom of Sarenrae, whose fire guided her hand.
Until we speak again, in this life or the next,
your servant (and theirs, etc),
H. Palomino (his signature)