0: Overtures of the Letter

To the One Concerned,

As you hoped, I have executed the plan and noisily as I could, running from the Guillotine Grounds to the dinner party at Rossen City, at the Pinnacle. The explosives rig is set up as per the diagrams sent and I too, am in place as an invited guest. The one you call "Alex" is with me as a consort despite his actual role in all this. Tonight, my friend, blood shall paint the walls and bones shall halt the cogs of society itself. Perhaps we'll find freedom after all we've done and flee by using the many airships hanging by the Docks. Maybe I'll spoil myself and pick the faster, more garishly colored ones stocked with all of the provisions and finally get a sip or two of wine that I haven't tasted in an age! Mist of the soldiers at the party have been nabbed and replaced by my friends and the steam-powered automata replicas (even though I remembered protesting about those wretched things). We should be very lucky since The Night of the White Banner is upon us, meaning that by law, there will be no weapons; the airships themselves and the boats get the old pack-away instead of being fully armed. Anyway, enough of my writings, for it is time to pretty myself some more.

Yours,
M.L.