,,Please pay the messenger-boy handsomely for getting this letter into your hands. I made a promise of a few gold crowns to ensure its speedy delivery but did not have the funds on me. The letter is urgent because I have, as you requested, tracked down our prey.
Alas, it is too late for the folk of Mittelwig. I came across the hamlet to find the buildings burnt and no sign of the villagers. They have scattered… or were taken. While that is not conclusive proof in itself of what we fear, on further investigation I found the small Sigmarite shrine desecrated; destroyed beyond any semblance compared to the ruined tavern and smallholdings. Tracks disappeared into the Drakwald. Some prints were from men and women no doubt; others were not.
As dusk came to the empty village, I left, for there was a fell chill about the place. I am now in a coaching inn, a few leagues north, where I write to you by the light of the roaring fire, which offers colder comfort than it should. I suggest we meet here before we move on the threat, three days hence. Seek out the Bloody Moon Inn, and you be the judge whether that name is a dark omen or a good one. For me, it speaks of doom - the locals in this very inn whisper that the father of crows is abroad.
Bring your bow of amber, it will be needed.
Yours
Hergig Kampfer, Imperial Jaeger"
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