Caudecus, we can't wait for you any longer. It's been years since your last messenger arrived, and... I suppose writing another letter that will go unsent is useless. We don't know where you are! We don't know what you're doing. But I know in the core of my soul that it is valiant and necessary. That it means something... Knowing those things is why I wake every morning and why I continue to carry this torch. Not once have I let it dip; all these years since you left, hiding, and the flame still flickers. We will follow your final order to locate Bava Nisos and open that gate until our bodies are shriveled and raw. Your name, my liege—it will be shouted. Last Ulrich attempted to cross the bay, his nose no longer bled! Whatever curse fell over it is gone. We venture on in your name. The time is now. The others called us vapid, but when we arrive at your side with an army, the White Mantle will once again rise to power. —Tatyanna