Dear Councillor Loderig,
As you have encouraged me to keep you informed about His Majesty’s role in the war effort and possible avenues of progress for our own counsel of somewhat fading illustriousness, I am hereby sending you the first dispatch from, well, not precisely the front.
As it turns out, His Majesty King Andron is not too fond of direct action involving the enemy.
What he is fond of is a tiny blonde hand-maiden named Gabrila that our party picked up in a village along the way.
Before her, there was a tiny blonde baker named Matia, and before that a tiny blonde elf named something complicated; I did not catch her profession.
As for the reports of His Majesty’s heroic deeds on the battlefield, perhaps you will remember a young blonde bard named Ridevig, of somewhat slight physical stature.
He is an avid collector of all things war-correspondence with an admirable interest in the details of warfare and current events and a knack for chronicling and embellishment. Less favourably inclined tongues mutter that his interest in the front lines exceeds that of His Majesty, but surely any loyal subject to the crown and the kingdom will recognize the same loyalty in him and his eager wish to entertain and please his liege with tales close to His Majesty’s own valiant heart.
The enemy seems to have been spotted by the Lenver Mountains, and I suppose it will be useful to send your reply to Galfore, a charming and secluded settlement to the north-west of them and separated from the mountain range by a torrential stream that may unfortunately delay our party’s progress towards the likely battlegrounds.
Sub-Councillor of the Hirdsingen Mage Council