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Aldritch stepped up behind the harpy; the low-caste creature was wary of the young hunter's pet, but kept his place despite his fear. A moment later, the manifested fog bear moved back a few paces, presumably from a mental command by his master. Aldritch had seen the sallow creature before somewhere, but couldn't place him. He planted his staff and said, "Were you sent, harpy, or are you here of your own foolish volition?"
The harpy turned to him without looking up and bowed low. "I am Harkin, good elder, sent by my mistress, Enochia of Eight. She sends a message, if you would receive it." The messenger still kept his head down, but held up a scroll case and waited.
Taking the scroll from the servant's clawed hand, Aldritch saw the seer's mark on the case. He turned away and faced the rear hedges of his daughter's lawn while he pulled the note out.
Good Aldritch,
Forgive my servant's intrusion upon your gathering, but I have learned of events to come that will affect you all, and others besides. Know that I offer what I have gleaned without expectation of debt or pact. This pertains to all who share my fond feelings of the folk of the area, fae and human alike, and I would wish my comrades to be prepared. Pass the knowledge of my confirmed vision to those with an empathetic heart.
Come the next Verden autumn, the night that the northern lights can be seen from the village shall mark the eve of the full attack; the attempted cleansing of Ballaghadaere.
Guard valiantly, and may the elements preserve your kith and kin. Farewell.
Enochia