Sigil: City of Doors

Caterina returned to her office. Amidst meetings with the Harmonium devising strategies to combat the Anarchists and keeping an eye on SIGIS she had almost neglected something she had heard, and after returning from the bureau of Portals Immigration and Extraplanar travel she had confirmed what she had heard was true. Sadly she hadn't the time to deal with all of this herself. It was time to delegate. She wrote a letter.

wrote:
Aide Guunt

It has come to the Fraternity's attention that the area of the prime world of Oerth known locally as the shield lands has undergone an increase in demonic activity.  Whilst normally the Fraternity is happy to allow the native militia's to handle such problems this incident closely resembles one already under investigation.  Having consulted the portal logs I have learned you have traveled to this area often in the months previous to the occurrence indicating you have a good knowledge of the area.  Having checked your background I believe your skills with the arcane make you suitable to the task. 

I would like you to travel to Oerth and ascertain the cause of the disturbance and should you deem it necessary aid the local forces of law in rectifying the problem.  Remember though you role is primarily one of research.

You will be granted a budget of five thousand jink to cover your expenses and help you in assembling a research team should you feel you need one.

Regards Caterina Arnders
Administrator A7
Department of Interfactional Affairs.

Hasclaan finds this letter on top of the folders he planned to finish today- mostly permissions to handle, own or trade with hazerdous or poisonous substances, exotic beverages and slaves. As usual he arrived five minutes early, to check his small and remote office for everything unusual as well as to prepare for the day.

Setting up a pot with tea he sorts the folders into piles, leaving the letter alone in the middle of the desk

He waits for his tea to be ready, then he sits back in his chair to read.

Twice.

Pinching the bridge of his nose he sips from his tea, thinking, planning ignoring the sounds of busy clerks from outside.
His hand slams down on the table- an unusual display of anger and annoyance as this assignment will delay his own research, his own plans considerably. Yet he also knows there is no way to avoid this assignment.... and part of him is curious.

Getting up he gathers the folders again- looks like some matters are going to be..delayed for a while.

His answer is short, written in a strange and very elaborate hand, the letters seeming almost ancient in their style:

wrote: Administrator Arnders,

I look into this matter immediately and will keep you informed.

Hasclaan Guunt, Aide

<An complicated, elaborate arcane mark, like two clawed hands descending>

After getting the money from the fraternity's paymaster he then then heads over to the Hall of Records, to request a copy of the most recent and up to date map of the area they have.