The rider pulled his horse over to the beach, running in the spray. He was a Warden of the Wood, a man dedicated to policing the Reaches and protecting it from all enemies, but he enjoyed himself now and again. His horse neighed and galloped, enjoying the thick mud of the beach beneath its hooves, and the water splashing about its legs. It was not summer any longer, and soon it would be too deep into autumn to do this.
The man’s eyes caught a glint. A corked bottle was floating in the water, bobbing up and down in the Eldeen Bay. Curious he rode out to grab it, urging his horse to swim in the deeper water.
Finally he had it, and he went back to the dry beach. The sun was high overhead, a good time to dry off. Idly he opened the bottle, to see several pieces of paper within. He wondered if it was related to House Lyrandar’s new elemental boats. They were things that intrigued him.
Then his blood went cold as he actually read the paper. Today’s date. The stamp of the Royal Eyes of Aundair. A seal of one Lord Ibraim. A Cannith woman and five hundred warforged. A dozen wizards, including the dreaded war criminal Herschem Banekert.
And a detailed map of Merylsward, with a note made in a heavy hand that said “No Survivors.”
Merylsward was almost two hundred miles to the northwest. Spurring his horse he instead headed to his supervisors, who had a cabin forty miles north of Owl’s Perch. It was too late to save Merylsward, but he could spread the word and avenge it.
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