"History shall not die until the day it is forgotten and the language of its record is passed beyond human interpretation."
~
Lady Minerva's Chambers,
The Physician's Wing of the Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phriday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
A knock rapped against the door of the Chief Physician's Office and Lady Minerva arose to attend.
"Ah, Serilda dear", greeted she.
The Lady addressed stood there, a peasant smile painted over her serene face, her attire mildly wet. "M'lady Minerva", spoke she, disrobing the moist cape from off her shoulder.
"It was announced that all the Chiefs of the Castle should render their attempts at unravelling the sense behind the inscription of the pillory, for it may be as urgent news as a warning."
