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Chapter 1: Professor Cornelius
Ravaella Chorster, born, raised, and educated in the city of Queensgate. Taken under the wing of Seral, Master-at-arms for all infantry stationed at Queensgate, and Vaqua, the city's head librarian, Ravaella learned history, tactics, strategy, supply, and the use of a wide variety of weaponry. At the age of 18, she graduated from her apprenticeship and began work as a full time city guard. She enjoyed this position for two years until recent events caused massive troop redeployment. With the recent death of the old monarch, the new king fears the nation will appear weak and vulnerable to attack. He plans to make a show of force by imposing strict guard on the nation's borders and ports.
Four months have passed since the order went out sending Seral and a small company of troops to Nightshire to coordinate patrols along the countryside. Nightshire is a very small town, but its location makes it ideal as a logistic headquarters, so a small military barracks has been set up to accommodate the troops. Ravaella spends her mornings and evenings as an administrator, handling inventory and supply route information for the border patrols. Her afternoons involve training the few new recruits from Nightshire, as well as the less skilled troops transfered from Queensgate.
One morning while pouring over a particularly dull bit of inventory, a local farm boy you know very well named Eldem bursts into your tent. Eldem typically delivers the mail to the barracks, and sure enough, he is carrying a large stack of letters and packages almost bigger than he is. He sets it down with a thud and begins to dig through the stack, tossing letters your way as he finds them. Soon he as at the bottom of the stack. He collects all the mail not addressed to you, gives you a big grin, and hurries out of your tent, blushing and shouting "Have a nice day, m'am!"
You gather up the rather large stack of mail Eldem tossed your way and start to sort through it. You recognize bits of mail as you come to them, inventory for the 5th, orders for the 3rd, and so on, that is, until you get near the bottom of the stack. A small yellow envelope, very unlike the others, sits at the bottom of the stack. It is addressed to you, personally, and bears no return address or postage. Thanks to your own writing classes, you can tell the address was written by a person with a large amount of formal education. What do you do?