Regynn Winters

Mission

“Of course dear, I understand. You have to go where they send you. I’m sure it’s important, otherwise why would they tell you to go all the way out there. I’ll be certain to have the children pray for you and your safe return.”

Regynn nodded her appreciation then quickly embraced the older woman before fleeing from the room. The matron stood still in shock, blinking several times; the priestess’ impulsive actions leaving her momentarily stunned. She glanced out the window just in time to see Regynn scurrying across the square and into the dim recesses of the cathedral, “Poor girl.” She murmured, “Light be with her in that dreadful place.”

Reggy picked her way through the clutter in her room until she came to the desk. She didn’t bother sitting down but grabbed a piece of pattern paper (the only type handy) and scribbled a quick note to Marachius, folding, and sealing it with a blob of wax from a nearby candle. That done she gathered some clothes together and stuffed them into a small wicker chest, adding her brush and a few other necessaries for good measure. Then she perched on the edge of her bed, patiently waiting for her escort to arrive.

All too soon there was a knock at the door and Regynn was lead from the cathedral and down to the docks. As the ship pulled into the harbor the priestess handed the note to her guard, “Please, give this to Marachius Ainsley, he’s a paladin attached to the cathedral.”

The guard looked at the note with a sigh, taking it and stuffing it in his belt. He waited until his charge was safely aboard and the ship was once more sailing out of the harbor then he broke the seal and read the note.

Dear Marc,

So, I’ve been ordered to go to Wintergarde Keep in Northrend. There is a prisoner there that they think has information on the current war effort. Even though he’s been in there since our troops first landed on that continent. And the current war rages someplace else entirely. But they think he knows something and they want me to be nice to him until he tells me. I’m not sure what they mean by that but I don’t know that I have a choice.

I’m sorry that you’re finding out this way but they said there was absolutely no time to waste. Although he’s been in there since we first landed on the continent… locked snug as a bug in a rug in his cell. With guards who are there to make sure he doesn’t go anywhere.

That’s what I get for writing letters for the folks in the stockades. What’s that old saying? No good deed goes unpunished? Oh well, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Take care and I’ll see you… sometime…

Regards,
Reggy