This is April Fairchild. I hope this missive finds you all well. Ann, Maisy, Mama and I have been well protected at the Witch Hunter Academy, and we remain grateful to all of you for everything you've done for us. There was an attack on the Academy week or so ago by a group of mercenaries from Leighyre, though not the Golden Thorns. Their attack was repelled, however, without any casualties on the part of the Witch Hunters.
I've only recently been informed that my father, Lucien Bennett, offered you all a one-month deadline, and that by the time I learned of it, the time was up. He will not give up until he has what he wants, and I suspect that things will get worse before they get better. Maisy and I will be coming by the inn first thing Saturday morning, ideally at 10 Bells, to speak with those of you who are working on finding a solution. I'm afraid we've been a bit out of the loop at the academy, and we would love to hear what you've been working on (And frankly, get off the grounds for a little while).