On our way to Alsangborg, General Chieftess Melija, the woman in charge of our expedition, received a concerning messenger crow. It was a call for a General's assembly from the Hill Province's generals. The last time they called one of these was during the Fennec Crisis which was 2 decades ago. Melija, Jonzo, Melija's main consort, and I immediately went into the main wagon and started mapping new routes and debating.

Eventually we came to a consensus: The main trade caravan is to complete their trade mission, whilst the three of us with a smaller contingent of soldiers, workers, and supplies will split off in Alsangborg and rush to the Gyvo-Det province checkpoint. Melija's Lieutenant-Warlord will be left in charge of the migratory caravan in case anything goes wrong. I will be Melija's interpreter, Jonzo will take care of sending and receiving messenger crows, and Melija with her great intellect, bravery, and wisdom, will guide us. Something is brewing up north, and we may need to prepare for the worse.