Dear Sheriff Williams of New Falton,
I write to you from the capital of Westar, Hamera (formerly named Hespera), city of the day.
I am trying to convince the council to come to the aid of Falton. But I am hard pressed to do so. The crops are failing, there is a sickness plaguing the lands, and worst of all there is no coffee to speak of.
I am sure you know what happened at the battle, but I know you don’t know what happened to me. After the battle had been going badly, I had decided to take a strike team behind enemy lines and attack from the rear. The king gave his permission and we left. But as we were running through the trees we were spotted by a Roaman charioteer. We picked up the pace and ran deeper in the woods. We hid there for a while, hoping that they might forget about us. And this was our mistake… We hid there for far too long, and when we emerged onto the battle field, the battle had been all but lost. “Stay tight on me!” I cried. My men obeyed without question. I had taken most of the Watch, And one lumberman (who was also a Knight). We were just about to clash into the enemy… when someone shouted, “It’s the last of the Faltonions!” We froze. We were outnumbered, we had now chance. I saw King Cole fall in the distance. A good friend. My heart cried out for all the souls lost. I realized in one instant that if we died Falton would fall. The battle was lost. I made my decision. I sounded the retreat. We split up in the hopes that if they found and killed one of us, the rest would live. We ran as fast as we could. I met up with Sword in Spirit along the way. All of us emerged from the forest almost at once. “To the tower!” I cried. If we made it, Falton would have a chance. Well, we got in, and bolted the door. I counted my men, all of us had made it. Sword in Spirit, Israel, and the Lumberman Knight. There may have been more too, but it is vague, and foggy, and hard to remember. After a while we decided I should ride for Westar. And surprisingly, I think it was the second night on the ride, I met up with Israel. I thought he had stayed at the Tower but He told me he had come to get aid in case I did not make it. The danger was more immediate than I thought. He told me how the Roamans had surrounded the tower, just after I left. And this is why he came after me. We rode on together as fast as we could. This is how I came to be here, in the courts of my kingdom. Well now you know what happened. MY heart soared at your last letter. Telling me of New Falton. I think there is hope yet.
I wish you the best…
Lukos, Prince of Westar