George's letters - Zhentarim invasion
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Esteemed Dame della Scala.
Dearest sister.I wish I could see your face when you read this letter. No doubt it will contain a peculiar mix of consternation, worry and a healthy dose of vexation. Why now? Why you, when all letters thus far have come through mother? No doubt the rake and wastrel wants something. I wish I could say you were wrong.
Possibly the news has reached as far south as Chondath by now. Of war in the north. Perhaps not. Ours is a backwater, after all. Yes, the Zhentarim have invaded Narfell. Yes, the city state of Peltarch stands against them, along with other regional factions.
And perhaps to your surprise, I have not run. Nor do I fight for gold. I fight for hearth and home. Things are becoming dire, however. We are 1200 against 1300, with 3000 more Zhent approaching, not to mention the Dreadfleet joining them soon.I had hoped to send home accolades of pride before coming for a favour, but this is where we are. I know our family is a mercantile one rather than a military one, with some exceptions, but whatever strings you can pull among the Waukeenar, to put the screws on Zhentarim trade and wealth in the area would be welcome. Undercut them, buy up the supplies they need, anything you can think of.
I will not forget the aid.Do not tell our sisters, or our mother. Especially Achillina. They will worry endlessly. Maybe confide in Nan. She has seen much and more. Thank you.
Yours truly,
Giorgio
