A carrier pigeon had flown forth from Rutledge's dutchy on the eve of Astor's announcement. Upon its leg, was a letter written for the eyes of Weiss herself, sealed in wax in the form of Rutledge's sigil. Below were the contents.

Mail

Dear Weiss,

I hope that your realm has been recovering from Titania's attack as well as my own. It has been hard, but we are slowly putting pieces back together. Sadly, there is a movement to use the chaos brought on by the disaster to usurp many, including myself. While I will fight against the injustice, I cannot do so without thinking of what might be inevitable, my defeat. So, allow me to apologize for asking a favor so soon after the conflict, but I feel I must. I wouldn't ask you to intervene, but should me, and my people be displaced from our home, could I count on you to shelter us from those that would see us dead?

Cordially,

Roland Rutledge

@Des Weiss (D.E.S.)