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While <span class="mu-s">Jove</span> wanders off to get hopelessly lost and <span class="mu-s">Fascimile</span> breaks some more expensive military equipment and puts our pike formation out of order pending a dire lack of pikes and functional armor, we have some <span class="mu-s">business</span> to attend to. And let's not disturb the Iconotheurgic Specialists. They're doing something with dice and hammers. They must probably know what that's about.
The long recon patrols should have been back by now, and we know from Scarlett's report from earlier that there are . . . people out here, with weapons and no easy desire to meet us. We're not aware of any other outfits out this way. Our client guaranteed - promised, even - that she'd be the only one with an atlas showing the way to where we found what we found and what the Commander is currently keeping under tight wraps. If you've been peeking under the tarps, you best keep it quiet.
So, other than waste our time and destroy our gear, we do need to do something about this situation before we find ourselves on the bad of a surprise.
Commander Isenfri is putting the camp on medium alarm, and we're sending out a small contigent - in force - to do a long sweep in a wide area around the camp. If anything is out there, there'll be enough of you to frighten them off and if not, you won't be so sorely needed we'll be run over without you. The rest of the Outfit will hold down the fort and get us packed up for moving, secured away, such-like.
There is <span class="mu-s">also</span> the matter of our missing supply train and lack of reporting from our perimeter patrols. Odds are they're either stuck in a bad rut on the road or something else is going on.
Here's what we need from you, since that is - apparently - your job around here. . .
