Olesya's Dispatches - To Magister Reiner Starke

The Ubersreik Five may not know Olesya Pimenova as a conversationalist, but the caustic Kislevite is secretly a prolific writer of letters. Amongst her grimoires and arcane paraphernalia are stowed reams of gossip and covert intelligence from across the Old World. To what purpose this correspondence? Nobody knows. Suffice to say, Olesya's fingers are in many pies.

Dear R.S.,

You must forgive the lateness of this dispatch. I received your note, but have been very busy at the keep. As you know, the Ubersreik Five are as time-consuming as they are undisciplined. I object to acting as their goatherd, but as no other has come forth to take up the burden, such is my fate.

To business. The shopkeeper has been pensive of late. Contrary to what he may believe, he has very few secrets from me. However, his interests have shaded to the dark of late. Perhaps he is simply throwing peas against a brick wall, but I don’t intend to let him mix a foul porridge for the rest of us! It may interest you to know that he has been seeking out information on the scheming of Be’lakor, the arch-fiend. You and I both know that the First Damned is but one of many seductive evils in the northern wastes. I’ll not mention by name that colleague of ours who was so tempted…

So perhaps the shopkeeper’s interest in the denizens of the Chaos Wastes is not unwarranted. I’ve said to myself in recent times that something strange blows down on the north winds. Murmurs of a gathering dark, disappearing wizards… but my gut tells me that this is not the work of Be’lakor, but something quite different. I have eyes in Kislev, watching keenly for news and shall pass anything of interest on to you.

And further to your last letter, it is not Sienna that concerns me greatly at the moment, rather her sister. You’ll recall the prior unpleasantness - although I don’t think there’s a need for immediate action. I wish to see how the situation unfolds…

Yours,
Olesya

P.s. Would you have the college send another shipment of ritual tallow up to the keep? The damned clerks queried my last order.