Opening post by Cathryn Furr · #1
There is a war on. There is also a small silver creature asleep on the war table.
The matter at hand is Bianca, who talks, and what she has been telling me.
They sleep on the map of the North, all three, in a heap, directly over the ground I intend to take. I have not moved them. I have redrawn my plans instead.
That is the report. Normal business resumes tomorrow, probably.