[Mineal Shade]

End of the First Cycle, Kalendryas, Era XV PF

The dispatch from the green and brown clad courier had arrived swiftly. In truth it was just the godsend he needed. Mineal had given the Ranger courier an appraising look mixed with confusion. It seemed odd Mineal had received a missive from Frigid River, or rather a letter at all. However the mosat, short as his tenure was, had learned that any news from the hall was bad news. Of course as he breached the haunting visage of a snow owl in a wax seal with a claw he had no idea to what magnitude he would be employed. It happily allowed him one thing though, to get out of the godsforsaken hellhole of High Peak before its fanged mantle of winter was in full blast.

However it did not seem entirely uncommon that Mineal had been dispatched on the errand. It would be his second ranger to try and contact after it had been cut off from communication from the rest of the empire. Anyways it seems Mineal had some budding skills when it came to trekking. Around Frigid River he was a little more famous, mainly for his exploits in killing monsters and having been to the wild lands and met the strange people beyond the western border of Arakmat. The mosat, however, was not naive enough to think this would be a simple endeavor. Certainly if the Veil was just a natural fog it would be simple enough to follow the roads through the forest back to the city. No doubt it was an unnatural mist, and hopefully not one that had nasties like the unnatural fog that had covered Magic Hollow.

One thing was for certain though, Mineal would not make any progress just staring at the foggy woods. He pulled up the cowl of his grey and white winter camouflage covering and moved towards the edge of the woods.