Verinia's eyes dimmed as a mischievous breeze blew in through the window and disturbed the calm. She read the letter again, feeling incomparably gloomy.
'My dear Sister Bishop Matron,
My heart weighs heavy as I write this letter, for the gods have been challenged. Recently, I received a company of soldiers sent from Light Tower Palace, under the authority of the First Prince's seal. They have told me of their mission, and we have been assisting them in as much as we can. Sister Bishop Matron, I have discovered that the inform that was previously given to the Council about the rebellion has fallen short of the measure in what is true. The southern states are suffering the effects of a hostile land as a drought has begun to afflict the Sen families, and they have no aid from the San families to ease their lives.'