"They've sanctioned off the port, do you want us to do anything?"
Rend Sul'damane sat quietly in his study, gazing out the window at the colorful spread of coral and tropical fish beyond. His brow furrowed and eyes distant, the Sul'damane appeared troubled.
"Rend?"
He turned finally to the Damane speaking to him, an ex pirate by the tattoos visible past his blue robes.
"Any change in Lumbridge? Are they still bristled like a pufferfish waiting to expand?"
"Yes, but other than rumors we've no idea why. There's also reports of movement of Camelot forces in Taverly."
He shook his head, fully facing his desk now and preparing a sheet of parchment.
"I've letters to write, then."
Some hours later a letter would arrive at Port Sarim addressed to whomever considered themselves in charge of this cordoning off of ships.
To those whom represent the new Republic of Draynor and their forces in Port Sarim,
Many greetings to you. For some time now I have been watching your new nation blossom forth from the remnants of the old Draynor. I applaud your effectiveness, though remain concerned of the violent nature of your founding. And now Port Sarim lies militaristic ice, ships unable to reach the docks. My people have need of commerce through this port for both medical supplies and provisions, and I am writing to you to request an explanation of your mobilization. If there is a great threat coming from the sea, I have before and am prepared to again help defend the shores from any such problem. If my request to continue to pass through the port unhindered is disagreeable to you, I would be more than happy to discuss this in person at your earliest convenience.
