This is where we will begin tomorrow:
The constables are all assembled in their squads of 6-10. You are joined by a young man, 20 at most, missing an eye and an ear, named Damien. He is a hunter from the northwest of the city, beyond the dwarf town of Foothold. Most of the men and the few women have chain or ring mail with a rare breast plate or set of banded mail. Some have personal weapons that look like they have seen real use; army issued long swords and marine short swords are common. Others look like they are holding a weapon other than a mace or baton for the first time; swords and spears with the city crest, most unused are the majority. No one looks happy.
The Sergeant is approached by a clerk and handed a piece of paper. He reads it and motions for all of you to huddle around him.
It is a neatly printed letter that says: Captain An Kel's true name Anacial Kenai and he did not take with him what he came for when he left Phiam. He will return in the spring. Be ready.
