*A parchment blows down the street, rolling into your feet. It's been badly charred and only a few words are still readable*
To wh...concern,
...late...relations...White Tower...nation of Mayene...hostile...incident...Despite...Mayene...Tear...
Lady Berelain...state of affairs...wishes...damaged...
...give notice...dispatching...ship...your harbo...a week...reaching Tar Valon.
~Lord...Ald...Ayen...Coun...Winged...Mayene
OOC:Tar Valon Monday, November 7th, around 7 pm server time