My Queen,
The past two weeks have seen the excitement of the Pennertons ordeal put to bed.
I have pondered upon your last request to me and commissioned a shield, with a self-made design; A white tree on a field of midnight blue, the branches of the tree reach out to a ring of seven stars, and on closer inspection the white frost clings to all.
Those with some knowledge of the fey will see it as a tree in winter, with a ring of seven stars around it. Seven being the number of power, I had thought about the number three as well, but read that it was reserved for royalty, and therefore your domain, not mine. To others, and those I do not wish to tell my secrets, it is the heraldry of Raphael’s house, and the ‘Neverwood’ façade may seed a little further.
The Unbroken rest, before whatever comes next. Ceri and Arin would have us chase corruption in the council of Westruun, a truly dull affair if you ask me, dealing in the affairs of politicians, a further ‘direction’ from the Cobalt Soul, with no clear gain. The unconfirmed suggestion is that the Clasp is the hand upon the tiller and I feel that our connection to them through Draygon would lead this to be a messy affair that may be turned upon us. All in all, the juice is not worth the squeeze.
Instead, there is an opportunity to collect a bounty in the plains of some Ravager Warlord, apart from the obvious benefit of coin, I thought back to one of your first tasks for me and felt if they be your enemies, this was the right path.
Your servant