T'was early in the morning on this 17th of September when upon inspection I discovered the rune supply in the barracks was low indeed.
Much as I hath come to detest Vesper, one cannot deny their ingenuity for all things arcane. While they delve deeper into wytchery than I ever would (I hath heard rumors of Necromancy afoot lately), and are most surely damned to suffer in Hell -- in shame, calamity and woe; I found the city to be the perfect place to obtain more of the magical rocks or "runes" that provide transport to the glorious lands of Coveshire. I purchased forty of these and made haste to the barracks. For I do not wish to remain too long amongst the damned, whose testimony is sealed, for fear it may rub off on my own honor.
I crept behind the barracks while I wove my spells, ensuring that anyone traveling to Cove would not suddenly "appear" in a most crude and unnatural fashion in front of the barracks, or worse, the Church of Cove. Therefore I took extra care to "mark" these rocks in the shadows.
Once the arduous task was completed, and my energies and mana spent, I slumped down at a table in the barracks. Upon each stone I began to label with my quill "The Baronship of Cove - Barracks" so that there could be no confusion as to the purpose of these gilded rocks.
Once all were engraved I stowed them away in with the recruitment supplies. May they be used to spread the word of our Sosarian lord, the most noble baron and his esteemed court - and our Heavenly lord His Holiness, Avatar.
*Signed Tidily*
Leander Le Blanc,
Junior Guardsman