An Address to the Leaders
He had come to a conclusion. A realization that the world around him was becoming increasingly small. In the silence of his chambers, he wrote some letters, working his way into the papers before eventually stamping them with the seal of Varrock.
In the daytime, General Verus gathered some men. To Azakul, his right hand, he handed a letter and told him to go to the Kingdom of Isafdar, and as Azakul asked questions, there were no answers that he would provide, leaving the Guthixian to ponder on the reasoning behind it all.
The barbarian he fought in the village then came forth. General Verus instructed him to head to the Fremmenik Tribes, informing him only that a friendly face may ease the minds of the folk who lived in a hunting ground. The barbarian, holding his stomach, which was still healing, looked at him, both afraid and in admiration. Without any further questions, he set off for the tribes.
He then would bring forth Rnoy Samuele Neverwinter. He would instruct him to head into Morytania, to speak to Artemis to arrive and accept the letter. "Do I have to?" Rnoy would respond. "I believe that a being of familiar strength would be best to communicate." Verus would retort. Rnoy would question the statement, to which Darius would ask if he had any reason to question his strength. He sent Rnoy off, who then mumbled to himself over the nature of the task.
Finally, General Verus would head to Sarim, the last place he needed to head being The Empire of Wushanko. He would climb aboard one of their trade ships, coming to the Embassy, and he would wait in the stores of the ship until it sailed off. He glanced over the sealed letter, wondering how his plan would pan out.
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