The Antonine
Winter 1099 SR
Captain Nicola took her seat, staring at the mound of letters littering her desk. Year"s end was always the most onerous of times, for reports from all the commanderies flooded in, each eager to put such matters behind them before the Midwinter Feast. One, in particular, caught her attention, and she picked it out, examining the seal.
"What have we here?" she murmured, although no one was there to hear. She rose, crossing to the door and knocking quietly.
"Come," came the reply.
Captain Nicola opened the door, revealing the grand mistress standing by the window, gazing westward.
"We received a letter, Your Grace."
The grand mistress turned. "You"ll need to be more precise, Nicola. We receive many letters."
"This one has come by way of the smith"s guild."
