Session Four, Part Two and a Half: The Letters
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Watch-Captain Donnach slumped wearily into his chair.
How much sleep do you have to miss before you go mad? Or more probably, fall dead... The sun was not yet up - not that it would have been visible behind the constant clouds of the rainy season - and he was back at the Watch Headquarters, knowing that the place would fall apart without him.
He reached for the stack of notes that had been left on his desk, and frowned. The letter on top was strangely heavy. As he lifted it, the wax seal broke, and a silver disc the size of his palm fell with a dull thunk to the wood of the deak. He picked it up, running a thumb over the seal of the city imprinted on it, and then turned to the
letter. He already knew what it would say.
Di'Fier stretched, splashed water on his face, and pulled on his clothes. After two months of working days, he was finally starting to adjust. Grabbing the oiled cloak from where it hung on his closet door, he started downstairs.
As he passed through the main room of the tavern he lived above, the landlord hailed him. "Mister Di'Fier," the fellow said. "There's been a message for you. I hasn't touched it."
Di'Fier followed him obligingly over to the table where the letter had been placed. "Your partner left it. She said if'n you didn't opin it in the 'special way' there was pizen."
Di'Fier solemnly nodded, and carefully picked up the letter by the edges with both hands. The landlord shuffled back a step, and he couldn't help but smile. "I'll go open this in the hall," he said, walking out of the main room.
As soon as he had turned the corner, he snapped the seal with no particular care, and began to
read.