On the occasion of his promotion to Warden-Commander, Duncan Wolfe was delivered a letter, and a package. The package was wrapped in non-descript brown paper. The letter sealed with deep, blue wax within which the impression of a laurel wreath could be seen.
Duncan had just made his way back to his tent after selecting a team of scouts to send ahead of the rest. It was his first day as Commander of the Grey, and his uniform weighed heavily on his shoulders. It was a day he’d known to be coming, but somehow he’d never anticipated the extent to which he would feel different.A messenger stopped him just outside his tent to put a package and letter into his hands before disappearing back into the crowd. Wolfe recognized the seal by its color before he’d even registered the crest, and took it into his tent, kneeling and opening the letter first.