[Stryke11]

To Centurion Marcus Decimus Carulus,

Ave, cousin, as the walls of Eldregate crumble, our sentries were amazed to see what appeared to be an army coming to the aid of this hollow and battered city. Cries of joy as the beseigers were crushed against our walls were replaced with horror as we noted that our saviors were the armies of Neifelheim, who last we thought were allies of those who besieged us. It appears that the giant-Vanir alliance is weak, unless of course those Vanir who were besieging the city were going against the orders of their leaders to cede the land to the giants. Nevertheless, a stray arrow took out the captain of the guard and I am left alone to guard what is left of the city with what is left of our troops. I am no fighting man, but the men respect me as, though a patrician, I choose to die for my city rather than flee as so many others have. It feels suprisingly freeing not to have a god with whom to take orders from, nor the frantic worry of self-preservation. I have heard the Panii accepted you and the rest of my family into their lands, and I hope you can build a new life there. Thank you for delivering them across the border. Their nation my be strange by our standards, but from what I know they have good hearts, seek merriment, and have shown kindness to our people in our darkest hour. I finish what remains of the vintage wine I unearthed in the empty citadel, and it tastes sweeter than one would think. That is so strange; you were the soldier, and I was the one who sought a life of whimsy and merriment, and now how our roles are reversed. Take care of yourself, and what remains of our family. You shant hear from me again, I'm afraid.

--Senator Gaius Julius Carulus, Last Senator of Ermor, Final Defender of the Walls of Eldregate and the Temple of the Holy Shroud, City Prefect, and, until recently, Master of Revelry and the Games.