Lord Mayor, Colonel Baron Wolfhaven, Alexander
Commander of the Legio Heroes
Wolfhaven Barony, Olara
33rd Day of Red Wolf, Year 3127 Under the Light
Over the course of less than a month, to experience such highs and lows, leaves me dizzy and fatigued. First securing the Crown of Camon and bringing some semblance of peace to that war-torn region, only to stagger almost drunkenly into battle against a foe beyond my wildest ken. The exhilaration of victory soured by the loss of Rysak Ironblood. Quite a way to spend my name-day. And, then, a return to Echer’Naught to promote Rah-Sahn to the esteemed, yet seldom used, rank of Major Rah-Sahn Hawksclaw. And to follow with the elevation and knighting of my son, Sir Alfred Wolfhaven. My heart cannot take such vagaries.
Red Wolf 10th, 3127
I completed my meetings with Commander Garrus and other unit officers, my presence within the Heroes’ Keep was concluded. Though I’m certain Commander Garrus appreciated my presence, and I know the men found pride in having the Commander of the Legion present, I find that at a certain point the presence of high officers ends up being more of a detriment. Junior officers grow complacent, simply passing off responsibility to higher officers rather than taking responsibility for themselves. And Commander Garrus regrettably stepped aside, acting more as my aide de camp than the duly appointed commander of the post.
So, after concluding my duties on the 10th, I informed Commander Garrus that I would be departing in the morning. That evening, we held a dinner for the Legion and allies in the courtyard. There, we commemorated the site were Rysak Ironblood fell. I have commissioned the Builders and Dwarven Stonesinger to create a monument to our fallen, to include the spear which nearly took my life.
Red Wolf 11th, 3127
With my small retinue of Wolfhaven Free Riders and a pair of Legion scouts, I began my long trek east and south to Echer’Naught. Eve joined me as well, since her immediate duties were completed. She also expressed a desire to see Alfred and to be with him at his knighting. I express pride and joy at their happiness. For what else do we fight, but the future of our children?
Our route took us east to Hispan, then through the Guardian Gathers, south-east to Jasara. There we cross the river, down to Rhion, then turning east to Kore,and then south toward Echer’Naught.
Red Wolf 23rd, 3127
We stopped at the Wolfhaven Barony. Sir Regillus was in attendance. I gather that he was a tad miffed that we rode upon him unannounced. He takes his formalities seriously. Still, it was pleasant to sleep in my own bed, despite the absence of my beautiful wife. She remained in the city managing affairs of the house.
My office was neat an orderly, with neatly and orderly stacked messages, reports, missives, letters, and petitions in small towers scattered about the room. With the sheer volume I could have constructed a serviceable fortification fit for a pair of battle-brothers. I will by necessity need return and address the stockpile. But not this day.
Red Wolf 24th, 3127
Per usual, we left before dawn, making our way south along the North Barony road. Under the name Wolf, a wandering Olaran mercenary, I purchased a room at the Mid-waystation south of the Barony. This quaint two-story inn has featured prominently in many Ranger reports, most recently Alpha Team. We enjoyed a delicious lunch and continued our ride.
We camped outside, but within sight of Echer’Naught’s walls. Seeing the light flickering along the wall, hearing the faint murmur of voices…my heart ached with longing. A handful of travelers approached the camp and requested to join our encampment. They were travelers from Jasara in the city on business. We ate, drank, and sang. There was something so normal about just sitting by a warm fire under the stars and enjoying the company of new friends without the burden of rank and station.
Do all who bear authority long for the simpler days of youth, when life consisted of brotherhood, excitement, and, most importantly, freedom? Perhaps. And yet, I would not sacrifice all the freedom in the world for my family, my home. It is good to get away, but I look forward to resuming my normal duties.
Red Wolf 25th, 3127
We rose before dawn, joining the line of carts, wagons, and travelers seeking to enter the city. Despite our early arrival, we were still about fifth in line. An hour passed before the guards sounded the horn, and the great north gate doors creaked and groaned open. City Watch and Rangers strode out, taking up posts under awnings to begin inspections.
In all the years in the city, I do not ever recall standing in line to watch this ceremony which has remained nigh unchained for centuries. The experience was pleasant, as waiting in line could be, though surreal. One by one, each merchant and wagon rolled up to the gate. The Sergeant at Arms inspected the paperwork, while his guards poked and prodded the laden wagon. All the while, the City Watch glowered under their domed helms.
Eventually, my team stepped up to the checkpoint. The bored Ranger Sergeant extended a hand for my papers without bothering to glance upwards. I express a certain amusement when his gaze settled upon my name and rank. His body went rigid, and he nearly fell over looking up. I could see the well drilled reflex as he opened his mouth to call the guard to attention. When our eyes locked, he wisely noted the slight shake of my head and chose to, instead, clear his throat instead. Handing me back my papers, he waved my unit through without further comment.
With the city just waking, we rode down the Main Street. Merchants threw off tarps, criers began to shout their wares, bleary eyed servants emptied chamber pots into sewers grates, and the bustle of the city grew into a constant roar. We stopped by Schenkle’s Bakery for sweet rolls. Father Schenkle nearly cracked a rib hugging me. My guards nearly smashed a case trying to save me. All told, it was an eventful breaking of fast.
Afterwards, we rode to the Ranger City Headquarters and dismounted outside. The Ranger grooms were just finishing their morning ale when we appeared. Only the head man recognized me out of uniform and actually fell off his fence rail. Quickly, with only a brief pause for scrambling, the grooms took our horses and we head around the corner to the “entrance.” For the briefest moment I was lost in time. Nostalgia flooded over me. The scent of mud, straw, oil, and wood mixed with the sounds of Rangers training in the yard and the hubbub of traffic on the main road behind me.
After all these years I can still see the broke down old barn that served as our headquarters for the first years. As I passed the pair of Ranger guards flanking the door, I could almost see the hulking form of GrimMbore on his crate, like the first day I arrived. Passing through the old familiar door, I was greeted by the sight of dozens of Rangers packed around long tables, eating, talking, and laughing. But I could just as clearly see a young cocky Hawksclaw stacking lumber while Highwall sawed and nailed them together. Does anyone sitting her today realize that their tables, chairs, firepits, even beds were build by hand by THE Colonel Wolfhaven, Captain Hawksclaw, and Sergeant Minor Longtail? Only, back then, we were Alexander, Rah-Sahn, Aradove, and Gate…
Even after so many years, it is strange not seeing Grimbore’s bed just inside the door to the left. That was shipped out almost two years ago, shortly after the founding of the Stone Tower Gather. He was SO happy when we presented it to him. Such a simple thing, a bed. But, he was as proud as any king.
My anonymity evaporated the moment I stepped into the Headquarters. Conversation stopped as NCO’s began to rise to their feet, unsure of protocol when their Colonel is out of uniform. I nodded in what I hoped was a reassuring gesture. Why do they look at me with such fear? Of all the trapping of rank, the disconnected with the men under my command is one of the most difficult things to bear.
As I approached the door to Captain Hawksclaw’s office, my old office, the orc guard out front snapped to attention so fast and so straight, I feared his spine would snap. He did manage to squeak out a hoarse, “next.” Inside, Captain Hawksclaw, just starting his morning tea, looked up confused, then delighted. That must be why we cling to the old guard. Because they see us not as Colonels and Captains, but as we are…old friends.
We embraced, then I sat. I can scarcely describe the feeling of being back here. Everything is so familiar, the old desk, the rough paneled walls, the worn chairs. And yet, it has all changed. Such is life.
Despite his surprise, and confusion at my appearance, Hawksclaw welcomed me. It was good to just chat with a friend. Though, I admit that my appearance was under false pretenses. I am fully away that Alpha is to be sent as an honor guard for Blackstone’s wedding. I signed the orders myself. But, there were a couple important events that needed addressing prior to their departure. And on that note, I informed Captain Hawksclaw that his promotional packet had been received and approved. Granted it was on extremely short notice, but he would need to acquire a new dress uniform, and put together a guest list. We shook and he looked both concerned and excited. If any man deserves the honor, it is Rah-Sahn.
After that, I headed to my manor to see my wife. In the brief time spent in the City HQ, main street grew crowded. Even mounted, we slowed to a crawl as we navigated the congested streets. Under normal circumstances, outriders would clear the streets allowing my retinue to pass, but this morning I elected to move with the flow of traffic. Sweet, spicy, and savor scents wafted up from street vendors. While waiting for a broken wagon to be pushed off the road, I leaned down an purchased a pastry from a food stall recommended by Sir Volstagg. It was delicious as promised, though I am still partial to Schenkles.
Eventually, we passed the roundabout at Center Pointe. I note the Memorial is going up well. Craftsmen were laboring large, granite slaps into place as we passed. Through Center Pointe, we made our passed the Wayfarer’s Rest on the right, and Barracks on the left. A few blocks later, we make the turn through the High Towne gate, up the hill, and then…home.
There are few feelings quite so comforting as seeing your home for the first time. But there is one.
By some stoke of fortune, my Lady Baroness happened to be leaving the manor on some errand as we crested the hill. I saw her a moment before she turned. So beautiful. Today, she wore a gray gown over a silver tooled dress. Her shoulders and chest were bare revealing her alabaster skin, and wide, fluted sleeves flowed down from needle pointed embroidery at the shoulders, down to decorative lace at the wrists. Over her raven hair, she wore a pale wimple. Behind her flocked her attendants like chicks following a mother hen. And behind the attendants a pair of House Guard in colors followed, arclances resting against their shoulders.
She was speaking to her chief handmaid, when the girl stiffened, seeing me approaching. Elyanna turned, slowly. Our eyes met. And then, she smiled. There was not shout, she did not tear off running toward me. Nothing so…crass. My wife simply smiled and waited patiently for me to dismount and approach. But her eyes, her eyes spoke volumes. I still marvel how a woman raised so far from my home could so wholly adopt Olaran culture. She is everything I could have dreamed and more.
Baroness Elyanna did make one small concession. After our brief embrace, she handed a list to her chief handmaid and instructed the girl to complete the shopping without her. Rather, my wife joined me at the manor.
Red Wolf 26th, 3127
While working through yet another stack of paperwork, this at home, I heard word that Captain Hawksclaw officiated the promotion for several members of Alpha Team.
Ranger Arimar Blackstone was promoted to Ranger First Class
Ranger Ingrid was promoted to Ranger First Class
Ranger McKenzie Shan was promoted to Ranger First Class
Ranger Steelwing was promoted to Ranger First Class
Considering the actions of the team, the promotion was more than deserved.
I, of course, was busy planning my own promotion ceremony. In fine military tradition, it is appropriate to accompany the elevation of an officer with pomp and circumstance. The greater the rank, the more pomp. As there are previous few Majors in the Ranger Corps, it being a seldom used rank, I felt it appropriate to present Captain Hawksclaw the full experience and grandeur of his new position. No one deserves it more. Besides, I have not forgotten the mirth he felt at my own award ceremony so many years ago. I will never forget the dreadful performance by Fateweaver and his band of mummers. It haunts my dreams.
Colonel Anderson called on me during the afternoon. He had heard word of my arrival and spent most of the 25th, and 26th awaiting my arrival at the Regional Headquarters. When I failed to arrive, he elected to come to me. I fear I may have insulted the man, though he was congenial and pleasant. I assured him that my reticence to arrive at the HQ had more to do with the fact that I was not yet in a position to assume full-time duties than any issue with his team. Moreover, I sought NOT to interfere until such time as I was able direct my full resources at the task. He seemed mollified and was instrumental in putting Captain Hawksclaw’s ceremony together.
Red Wolf 27th, 3127
Despite my best efforts, certain duties required my attention. First and foremost, I signed off on assigning Ben Toma’s mask from the “Vault,” to RFC Ranna. Thought I do not envy her, I understand the protections the mask will provide. If it will protect my Rangers, I am more than pleased to agree. Also, I found a request via Sergeant Major Stormhammer on behalf of Ranger “Explorer” to be assigned an arcfire handcaster from the Ranger Arsenal. This…I considered.
I have no fear the Builder is more than capable of operating the caster. In fact, I dare say that few other than Anaxelum’s men know more about arcfire. And yet, I am loathe to distribute our precious store of arcfire to those I do not know. Even members of Alpha Team. Was I being influence by my own personal distrust of arcfire, or just my concerns over the motives of the Builder’s as a race? Whatever the case, I tucked that request into the personal satchel for further rumination.
In addition to orders, I was pleased to be informed that as of the 27th of Red Wolf, RFC Ranna had officially been inducted into the Echer’Naught chapter of the Order of the Closed Eye. I am pleased that she appears to be acclimating to living with the Rangers. In addition, I heard word that on the same day she submitted Captain Volstagg’s acceptance as a Sworn of House Volstagg. Sir Volstagg extended the invitation to them both when they left Almahrad the last time, Falling Ice 30th, 3127. Sergeant Grendel accepted his immediately. RFC Ranna required more time to come to the decision.
There were other reports, details, and business. But, again, final preparations for Rah-Sahn’s ceremony consumed most of my time. That…and meeting with my son.
Alfred and I had been in communication via letters, and Lady Moonsilver, for months. In fact, throughout Spring and into Summer, we discussed his promotion to full knight. Since Falling Ice 34th, 3123, that fateful day when I took the lists during Echer’Naught’s annual Festival of Lilankrone, young Alfred served as my Squire. In fact, it was the same day he took the cloak to be a Ranger. I wonder if he knew then what a change that day would have on his life? I hope for the better. A year and two months of loyal service later, I officially adopted Alfred as my son and heir on Golden Eagle 21st, 3124. From that day till this, he has had but one dream, to ascend to the rank of Knight in House Wolfhaven.
Regrettably, my duties have kept me away far too long. And Alfred has been patient, though I can feel his frustration. I feel it as well. My knighting was one of the greatest moments of my life. My father looked so proud. Though it seems a lifetime ago, it is a precious treasure that I have held through the dark days of my life. Nothing would give me greater joy than to grant for Alfred what was granted to me.
And then, there is the small matter for Evelyn Afliem, of course. I know my son’s heart is to marry her. But, he cannot until he has reached knighthood. And, from her earnest gaze as we entered the city, examining each face in the hope to see his in the crowd…she is as impatient as we.
So, in the midst of preparations to promote my friend and sworn, Rah-Sahn, I also had the double joy to send invitations to the knighting of my eldest son. My heart bursts with pride.
Red Wolf 28th, 3127
I woke before dawn, hoping to get an early start to the day, only to find that my wife had been up for hours. Preparations were well under way. I could easily see from the yawns and tired eyes of the servants chugging Almahradi coffee. Late to the party, I rose and began my own preparations. Lady Elyanna spared a brief moment to grant me a kiss, but she was in her element, like a conductor conducting an opus. I wisely stayed well out of her way.
Instead, I donned my formal dress and made my way to the Regional Headquarters. There was only slightly less busy than my own home. Colonel Anderson greeted me and together we wrangled the Rangers into some semblance of order. I did note the Alpha Team standing around uncomfortably in their dress uniforms, freshly stitched and starched.
After a morning of mad preparations, the event was hosted in the East Hall at 2PM. In his formal dress, Captain Hawkslcaw paraded into a rousing martial strain. His wife, Lady Moonsilver, on his arm as always. The room was packed with Rangers, City Watch, City Militia, Merchants Association, and others. At the head table, Hawksclaw’s mother and sister. Sadly, Celebor could not attend, though I know he sent his warmest regards. Warmest for Celebor. And, of course, Sergeant Minor Longtail.
Speeches were given, per usual. Some notables were Captain Vasser of the City Watch, Commander Schenkle of the City Militia, Colonel Anderson of the Rangers, and a visiting Emissary from the elven lands of Landra’Feya. Even High Druidess Treesinger made some small remarks. All extolled his virtues, listed his accomplishments. Men and women from every command stood to recognize his service. And, of course, Alpha Team. It always seems to come back to that brotherhood.
Do the young, fresh, and uncomfortable young Rangers understand the magnitude of the cadre they have joined? Do they know the history? Can they?
In truth, I suppose not. Such is the nature of things. Our time has passed. Our stories have been told. It is time for these new members to make their own mark on the world. Perhaps someday, it will be a member of their team standing here?
Once the others had spoken, I was invited to speak. Rather than have everyone stand, I offered a brief respite from attention. My words were short, but heartfelt. Captain Rah-Sahn Hawksclaw was not just the third commander of Alpha Team and my successor, he was, and is, my dearest friend, the First Sworn of my House, founder of the Wolfhaven’s Free Company Riders, and commander of the Ranger Headquarters of Echer’naught. I then called the room to attention to orders, and read the official orders.
Captain Rah-Sahn Hawksclaw was promoted to Major Ra-Sahn Hawksclaw.
The ceremony concluded, Sergeant Major Magor Stormhammer dismissed the assembled to attend a private luncheon in the courtyard. We all retired, found our seats and ate. Looking around, I could not help but recal some of the extraordinary events that had transpired in this small patch of land. I was attacked by the Inspector here. We battled Tempest on this very ground. So too, the Flame Ranger. Fateweaver’s awful play happened here. So many good memories, and many painful as well.
As is my custom, I retired early, but I know many people stayed long into the eve. I did note Alpha Team approaching Major Hawksclaw as a unit as I left. Good. It warms my heart to see it.
Returning home, I quickly gathered my things and prepared to leave. Per usual, the Baroness had already prepared almost all details. Carriages and wagons waited at the gate, loaded and ready to go. Turning over the house to our Castellan and defense to Gendarre. And then we were off, a rather large cavalcade rolling out of the city, heading north. We passed the gates of High Towne, turning west on the main road. Then, turning north at Center Pointe, we passed Thorgrams statue as we departed the North Gate.
On the road again. We traveled late into the eve, stopping to camp by the road. Well, I suppose camp is a bit of a misnomer. For me, a camp is a bedroll beside a small fire with Thunder on a horseline and a man standing watch. For my wife…camping is erecting a tent city. Sleeping in a rope bed on thick carpets. Cooks prepare our meals. Grooms tend our horses. We don’t camp, so much as migrate with a large portion of the House. Though, I am not complaining…much. Lying in a real bed, warm next to my bride is far preferable than spooning a snoring knight on the cold hard ground.
Red Wolf 29th, 3127
We decamped before dawn. I marvel at how quickly my wife’s staff drops and packs the mass of tents and canvas. But, within an hour, we were ready to move. Sometimes I believe were SHE running my armies, we might have already won. Despite our size, we moved quickly, arriving at the Barony a few hours after dark. Sir Regillus met us at the gatehouse with an entire retinue of House Guard.
We passed a growing camp outside our walls. Already dozens of knights and their men at arms had arrived. Members of allied houses, knights Alfred had served with over the years, and friends of the Rangers. For a heartbeat, I was thrown back to the days before the War of Flame when such events were commonplace. I hope that some day, they will be so again.
Despite the hour, when we reached the manor proper, the house was awake. Baths were drawn, and food prepared. I slept full, warm, and clean in my own bed that night.
Red Wolf 30th, 3127
All of the 30th was spent making preparations. Late in the eve, Alpha Team arrived.
Red Wolf 31st, 3127
Sir Regillus took charge of security, working with visiting knights, Alpha Team, and the House Guard to ensure NOTHING disturbed this event. Over the course of the day, other luminaries arrived. Lieutenant Alfred Wolfhaven, along with Beta Team and Eve. Sergeant Samira Ravenwood arrived with her team to join her husband. Sergeant Minor Longtail arrived with her family. Commander Schenkle arrived with his wife, Sara Schenkle, and a contingent of City Militia. Sir Hevain arrived, uninvited. Even Field Marshal Graf Von Wrangel attended along with a troop of Hammerfall Riders. Even my young sister arrived with House Harken soldiers.
It was a JOY to see her. She wept at seeing the old barony restored to its former glory. I admit that I spent much of the knight introducing her to my family. My heart soared.
The barony was filled with life and laughter.
Per custom, the night before his knighting, Alfred donned the white gambeson, and ventured to the Chapel of Light to pray in silence. The first sworn of the House, Major Hawksclaw attended him, while knights of the House Guard stood quiet vigil.
Red Wolf 32nd, 3127
I was so excited, I could not sleep a wink the night before. So, I was up with the earliest risers, beating even my wife, to her chagrin. I dressed in full House Kit, doffing my Rank and Cloak of the Rangers. As I stood before my mirror I was suddenly struck at how much I resembled my father on the morning of my own knighting. My heart clenched with an old ache. Sensing my distress, Lady Wolfhaven put and around around me and her head on my shoulder. Her quiet warmth soothed my spirit.
Though I doubt my father would have wished for life to turn out this way, I know my father would be proud. And pleased that his line had not faltered. We weathered the storm, and through the sacrifice and love of our allies, our friends, and in no small part the Alpha Team of old, we rose from our knees and fought our way back. For this, above all else, I will never forsake my old team. Though the names and faces change, the spirit of brotherhood and honor is as strong today as ever.
We ventured into the courtyard to be with Alfred when he emerged from his prayers. Hawksclaw escorted him, along with the House Guards to his chambers to be dressed. Nothing was said, as per custom, but I could see his fierce pride, despite the exhaustion.
Once the chapel was cleared, we began to arrange for the honored guests to arrive. Just before dawn, the chapel was full, and I took my place beside Thaleon, who had ventured all the way from Farwatch to officiate the benediction. And then, the drums rolled, the horns trumpeted and my son strode with confidence and pride into the chapel. He approached and then knelt, bowing his head.
Reciting the ancient words that have been spoken for centuries, “I promise on my faith that I will in the future be faithful to the lord, never cause him harm and will observe my homage to him completely against all persons in good faith and without deceit.”
And then, I drew my father’s sword and touched him one on each shoulder, and then upon the head. With that, my son joined the ancient and storied order of Wolfhaven Knights of the Blood. I then announced him, Sir Alfred Wolfhaven, Knight and Blood of House Wolfhaven.
He rose, his eyes shining. Mine as well. Did my father feel such emotion? Did he fight back tears? I believe he must have, though at the time, he looked as stone, large and strong as the mountains themselves.
Sir Alfred Wolfhaven left first, with his Sworn, Major Hawksclaw at his side. Then we followed, my sister, and others. Each by rank and order. Above and around us guards and rangers stood. High on the walls, and the roofs I could see the swatches of green. Each a silent sentinel. I hope they know what relief I feel knowing they were there. Alpha Team was never able to stop every threat. But, they never stopped fighting. Never quit. Never surrendered to despair, fear, or doubt.
Under their watchful eyes, we entered the Manor house and the great hall. As I stepped through the doorway, I glanced back and caught other eyes lifted skyward. Samira, Aradove, even Rah-Sahn. Did they feel the same mix of nostalgia and pride?
Though it was still early, food was brought, ale poured, and the celebrations began. Games were played, skill at arms tested, music, and mummers. The Great Lady of the House spared no expense. No man or woman felt unwanted, no desire was unmet. Olarans oft thought of as sullen, stoic, and unable to relax. But, when an occasion calls, we can celebrate like no other. And a knighting is one such occasion.
After dinner, I noted a somewhat inebriated Sir Wolfhaven stride over to challenge an equally inebriated Major Hawksclaw. Per tradition the old master tested his young charge. Rah-Sahn chose his old familiar dueling style, drawing an elegant elvish rapier from his swagger stick. My son hefted his familiar white silver boar spear. Despite their obvious impairment, the men squared off. To my surprise, Rah-Sahn struck first, landing a telling blow. Impressive. But, that seems to alter the nature of the combat.
This was no longer a test, but a true bout. And both men engaged in earnest. Battle lust washed away the ale in a rush and they both acquitted themselves with honor. Though, in the end, youth won out. With a final, savage blow, Alfred knocked Rah-Sahn on his arse, bofre himself sagging against the haft of his spear. Healers from Alpha Team, RFC Blackstone and Corporal Sssahliissstah rushed out to heal both men. Once recovered, then embraced and went off in search of more ale.
I confess, I did not last much longer before I was forced to retire. My wife joining me. I can only imagine what debauchery was had in my absence.
Though I was surprised to have a knock on my office door about an hour later. I was just sitting before a fire, letting my overlarge meal digest, when my guards announced Major Hawksclaw, Sergeant Minor Longtail, and the Explorer bade an audience. I confess I was intrigued, though I began to suspect their purpose.
Suffice to say, I believe the meeting to be fruitful, if impromptu. We spoke for a couple hours, before they, satisfied, retired. We were just leaving when there was another rap on my office door. This time the guard admitted my son and a beaming Eve. As I suspected, he had asked and she had granted her hand in marriage.
My mind already spinning from my conversation, the wine, and heady from the last few days, I was overwhelmed. Unbidden tears ran down my face as I embraced them both. All in attendance offered their congratulations. And then we all had a drink. Eventually, each departed to his, or her, own chamber.
Red Wolf 33rd, 3127
Whatever sleep I planned was now entirely out of my grasp. So, I sat to record my thoughts, and this report. Eventually two days of exhaustion and lack of sleep eventually took their toll and I doused the lamps. I did ensure to perform one duty before retiring. I signed the Explorer’s request for the handcaster and handed it to an aide to be expedited to Echer’Naught in the morning.
It is a new day, full of new beginnings. As I conclude this report, I must wonder, if I asked all of those who had sacrificed their lives to secure a happy future for those that followed, would they say it was worth the cost? I hope so. When I finally die, on whatever field, I would give my life a thousand times over to see the joy shared tonight spread to others.
Your most obedient servant,
Lord Mayor Wolfhaven, Colonel
Wofhaven Barony, Olara