To the High Consul of the Court, the Mage Jennan,
My friend, I am afraid that I have upset the balance in your
brother’s mind and made myself an enemy. Your brother’s letter to you was very
revealing and I dispatched the King’s guard to put a stop to this
experimentation at once. I should have listened to your advice when you said
you should be the one to go back. I hope that by now you have safely rejoined
your family.
The staff in your tower has been decimated. My guard reports
that he has killed all of them, and hired out for new. Most of the local
villagers are too afraid to resist, and according to my captain, he is using
magic to trap them and then draining them for more material. This cycle is
madness and he has turned away from being your brother or my friend. As you
instructed before you left I have equipped each of my guards with a way to
destroy the patterns, but the tower itself seems to shake when they encounter a
new one.
If Britten is as powerful as you say then we may have a
battle on our hands. A battle fueled by magic, my fingers tremble just writing
it. So few of us can even practice this new art, and we are still figuring out
how it works! What am I supposed to do with a rogue mage? Arrows seem useless
and my soldiers are terrified that their deaths will only provide him with more
material.
I plead only for your advice. I do not want to involve you
in destroying your brother, but I desperately need your help. Others in the
kingdom are starting to take notice and it will not be long, I think, before
this magic becomes a plague of uncertainty across the land.
I await your response.
His majesty the King,
Tairen
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