04-11-2025, 11:16 PM
Prince Féodr Banmek-Sntazed
The well-dressed Jelbic poured a glass of water from the jug on the table and moved it across the table towards the Tzafrir.
From his breast pocket he takes a heavy old yellow envelope with deep reddish brown stains, he opens it and carefully takes out an old letter which at the bottom is signed with fading bloody fingerprints. He puts it on the middle of the table for Tzafrir to see.
The well-dressed Jelbic poured a glass of water from the jug on the table and moved it across the table towards the Tzafrir.
Quote:Around forty years ago my grandfather was living in exile in New Verham, my father was a boy of around five years old. It was in the middle of the rainy season and it was pouring down hard, I remember him telling me. Either way, my grandfather received a phone call from a trusted and well-liked associate who was at that time doing business in Amudim.
He spoke of a massacre of great proportions. A targeted attack on one of the ancient families. Well, at first my grandfather didn't mourn their loss, they had been a thorn in our family's side during the Empire and before. But then his friend plead for the lives of two people that he had smuggled into his private jet. One wasn't even born yet. A husband shot, a wife hidden away and trying to find a safe place.
My grandfather was a sentimental man, a kind man, who knew what it was like to not be home. He took them in..
From his breast pocket he takes a heavy old yellow envelope with deep reddish brown stains, he opens it and carefully takes out an old letter which at the bottom is signed with fading bloody fingerprints. He puts it on the middle of the table for Tzafrir to see.
Quote:As he lay bleeding out, a man wrote down a request for asylum for his wife and unborn child. That same man apologised for everything that happened in the past and asked for help. The letter ends with a pledge that whoever helps them will have their eternal gratitude.
Over the years my grandfather and father became good friends with the woman. She is sadly no longer with us. The unborn child however sits at this table. He too has become a staunch friend of my father, who you surely know. He is very friendly with my brother the Archduke too. And with the Prefect of the Grand Council.
The past is behind us, mister Tzafrir, it must be buried. We must move forward, unite the Yeudi lands, unite the Yeudi people and bring their lost children home.