"Strange indeed that all of us appear to have these letters" Eyran mused as he smoothed down the three pieces of paper in the middle of the table. "For I think, friend Octus, that we are indeed the people you are looking for, although we too are uncertain of who or what the knightmage might be."<br/><br/>Eyran toyed with the edge of one of the letters, deep in thought. "It seems these matters are graver than my captain believed if members of other orders are hearing the call for this battle. Something evil is stirring my friends, make no mistake."<br/><br/>Eyran drained his glass of mulled wine and placed it on the edge of the table away from the precious parchment dividing its centre. "I think it best to leave with all haste, lest we find ourselves too late to aid the kingdom."