A half-open letter lay on the desk. It was read just recently, and the words were still fresh.
Near a slightly open window, Zephyr gazed out to the streets of the Imperium City.
He heard the usual chatter of tradesfolk, the clattering of carriages nearby, and the familiar church bell ringing in the distance.
It was all peaceful.
However, Zephyr knew that all that peace and quiet would end shortly.
He straightened his sleeves, buttoned his coat, and then left his office.
With a small railing in front of him, he leaned against it and looked below. He could see his guild coming to life as the members arrived for their weekly meeting.
"Everyone!"
With a loud scream, the guild building turned silent like a grave, and all eyes turned on him.
"Prepare for the war." Zephyr said coldly.
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Red Thread, the old antique shop.
Alistair read through some of the latest news he had received.
