>>5629685I hope that fortune finds you well in these trying times. Word of your deeds against the Almyran army reached us even here in Fraldarius. I was glad to hear that you and your men had emerged triumphant over the foreign invaders.
I write to you this letter to request your services as a mercenary. His Majesty, King Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, the True King of Faerghus, has once more resumed control of the Kingdom’s Royal Army. As we speak, the King martials his men to push against the Imperial menace. He plans to march soon at the helm of a large host, with his target being none other than the Imperial Capital, Enbarr. It is there that he wishes to strike a decisive blow against the Empress and put an end to her tyranny. Before that can happen though, both Imperial and Kingdom forces will likely clash on the field of Gronder. Though we understand you are under the service of the Leicester Alliance’s leader, we request that you join our forces. From your work at Charon to rescuing the King at Bulgar, you have always proven yourself a friend to the Kingdom.
We have been fighting a war on two fronts, against both the traitorous Dukedom as well as the Empire. All of our resources and manpower have been pooled into this final strike that must succeed. As a result, we cannot offer you much. However, should you choose to align yourself with us at Gronder Field, we can promise you a position of nobility within the Faerghus Kingdom after the war has concluded, as well as your own domain to rule over.
May the Goddess protect you and yours, Blair. We hope to see you soon.
Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius – Duke of Fraldarius.”
The Kingdom wanted to contract you again? For what sounded like a suicidal attack against the Empire, at that. Gronder was a significant battlefield in Fodlan’s history. It was where the Adrestian Empire had emerged victorious over the King of Liberation, Nemesis. Moreover, it was where the Battle of the Eagle and Lion mock battle took place each year at Garreg Mach. Only this time, it was to be the site of what promised to be the bloodiest battle in this war yet.
>“What do you think?” You ask Corrine.Corrine ponders for a moment. “The last time we saw King Dimitri, he wasn’t exactly the picture of sanity, was he? I notice the dear old Duke’s letter fails to mention anything about how the King is doing. Given that he’s choosing to rush straight into Enbarr and leave everything else behind for the Dukedom to swallow up, I can’t imagine much has changed. Isn’t that right?” She directs her question to the Faerghus messenger, who blushes and turns away.
“Y-your decision, Lady Weaver?” The messenger stammers out. “I know that my lord is most expectant of an answer!”
>A): Tell Rodrigue we’ll be there.>B): I’m sorry, but I must decline.>C): This is too grand a decision to make on the spot. I must think it over.>D): Claude is my employer. I should consult with him first.>E): Write-in