Here is one such notice, nailed to the forward doors of the Meetinghouse; a second copy is handed in person to the Steward who serves there, for delivery into the Governor's own hands. Another is passed to what senior officer may be located within the Barracks, for delivery to none other than Captain Daniels himself. But there are more yet to follow, some pinned to the sides of businesses of a certain calibre: silversmiths and tailors with the coin for silk, for instance; some affixed in neighbourhoods which home glaziers and falconers, of which there are fewer yet. The aristrocracy is besieged with the parchments, some of which will not survive the evening rain; even the better-concealed of them will wilt a little. But still, they are inked with an elegant hand and vivid colours of the sort ordinarily reserved for church documents. A plethora of emerald greens and cobalt blues, of scarlets so striking that they might have been bled from a hell's own demons. Lavishly illustrated, they read as follows:
The Foggy Bottom Winter Festival
Being an invitation of certain sort to the Esteemed Governor, Venerated Judiciary Council, Honourable High Constabulary, Landowners, Respected Merchantry and other Erstwhile Dignitaries of Myrkentown, this fifteenth Day of December, by the Guidance and Grace of the One Faith Etc.:
We welcome you to lovely Foggy Bottom, home of the magnificent Paisiann Falls, recently proclaimed one of Trae Kelsa's Most Wond'rous Artifacts! Come join us for the Winter Festival famed from the Wekslos to the Red Hills, a gathering of the intellectual and inspired, the gifted and graceful, in celebration of the cleansing heart of winter and the blessed coming of Spring!
Enjoy your hearty winter feast upon the frozen surface of the very Mavoiir River!
Featuring pastry of pigeon and peacock, cunningly-fashioned pies of venison and salt porke, porpoise and haddock fresh from our own coastal waters, countless jellies, tarts of numerous variety and sugared delicacies of all sortes. Come drink your fill of our fine wines and steaming ciders.
The Accomplished Mummers of Mercier will be present to astonish and startle!
Womenfolk are advised to fetch with them bracing tonics in case of alarm and imbalance.
Gasp as the Ellephante, marvel of three Continents, is paraded across the Mavoiir's ice!
For your safety, several members of our own Straka allocation shall be present during this portion of the Festivities.
Sing! Dance! Make Merry upon the Winter's sparkling Gift, this sixteenth to eighteenth days of December!
