<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Glaceus 13, 622<br/>Outskirts of Jelwyrn, Thornwood Forest<br/>Heavy Snow</em></span></div><br/>The village of Jelwyrn was one of the few towns founded near the end of the Claiming. Since the end of the otherworldly invasion, many new townships have popped up. Some stay small, others prosper, and some simply never go far beyond their founding before people pack up and leave. Jelwyrn was one of those that could be considered prosperous, but it was still small. There wasn't much to attract people there, though those who called it home had found the loam fertile. Slowly it had grown into a small, but pleasant little town that those wandering through the Thornwood could find respite.<br/><br/>Yet a group of bandits had been plaguing the town during the past few months. At first, it was simply harassment and some petty theft, but there seemed to be more and more bandits every week. Eventually guards were killed and people kidnapped. Those who had asked for help insisted that there was something wrong with the bandits. As if they had been augmented, or changed. The letter had begged for help, throwing around words such as 'dark magic' and 'infernal rituals' in a bid to get the nearby companies and kingdoms to provide assistance.<br/><br/>Cygnar, having sent scouts to no avail, had been hesitant to send any military forces to Jelwyrn for the unfounded pleas of the people. The king was wary of causing another spat with Khador, so had requested nearby agents to handle the investigation and clearing of the bandits. One of the agents that heeded the call was a wandering storm knight named Bailey Whitefield. She travelled alongside an Ogrun named Borok, and trudged through the snow - it laid halfway up Bailey's armored calf - towards the town. It was quiet, even beyond the muffling qualities of snow. The blue armored woman her way to the inn, her sword's storm chamber idly crackling as if it anticipated danger.<br/><br/>She did not know who to expect, or if there would be anyone else, as she led Borok into the inn to find the keeper. A man named Rayleigh, the one that sent the letter to Cygnar.