A Governor's Word (event)
Governor Tetradia, effeminate as always, strides into my quarters smelling of a dozen different perfumes that no doubt cost more than an entire cohorts armor.
"Legan," he starts, clearly doubting the worth of such a title, "Your investigators have been hounding me. I tire of it, I have information for you. Take it and kill your enemies, and then give me back my city."
Common words from him, but the scroll he drops before me has actually useful information. Movements from Öltenic tribesmen under secrecy, all towards the west. Several desertions from new recruits from eastern tribes shortly after the Valerix's death, and the report from the physicians who investigated Valerix's body reporting poison only created in the far east...
Damning evidence...