Timestamp: 40th brightening in the Month of Kalendryas, Winter
Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum
Ar arrived at the office one cycle--to the brightening--after he was dispatched. True, he hadn't rushed over, but he'd come within a reasonable amount of time. Being able to hitch a ride on the military frigate had helped speed that along. It had also helped him bypass the gates entirely. It could be handy working for the military.
The mercenary knocked thrice, and when he heard the permission for entrance, he opened the door and strode in, his
letter already in his hand. Aside from a quick
"Serale," he didn't say much, just set the letter on the man's desk.
Cencoris Eyvind Bjornsson
9th Manjet Legion
Darkblade Fortress, Taralon, Confederation of the Sherian
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Aratar was in his black street outfit, seeing no need to strap on armor for a boatride, though his twin longknives rode on his hips comfortably and his stiletto rest easily in his right boot. He smiled congenially as he waited to hear what this man had to say to him. The Provost had left him, without any instructions other then to come present the letter to Eyvind, so he had done so.
The question now was, what would this Evyind do with him?