I write this with the expectation that my remit in Kenton Hill be fulfilled, and that I seek safe return to Belavere City.
The Alchemist, Domelius Becker, is dead.
Passage into Kenton Hill can be found underground, using the map coordinates contained.
I urge the House of Lords to come to peace terms with the Union’s members, who I believe will agree to quick surrender rather than see their parish and its civilians suffer.
Polly Prescott
The window shuddered against my forehead.
I frowned at it, pressed my fingers to it as it shuddered again. It was minute. The smallest of disruptions. It wouldn’t have woken any who slept in their beds, or indeed, any who did not at that moment have their face mashed to the glass.
Over Main Street, the lamps on their wires trembled.
I opened the win
