Arrived.

My dear Tombshard,

I have arrived mudside. I had a harrowing time of it indeed, even for one as experienced as I. They have tightened the blockade considerably, and it leaves one to wonder what they know or are planning. No doubt you would say this is idle speculation, but of course it could have impact on the mission and our security here.

And of course there is the matter of the lost forces—always to be expected, but clearly a challenge. After so much time replacements do  not come cheap and must be drawn from somewhere. One lost on the gates means one fewer to handle a Patient, or to serve at the meal in a lost Patient’s place. This means all the more go hungry in the dark. I trust we shall be able to scrounge some food to send your way.

Upon my arrival here I had some moments to collect first impressions of our workforce. The Juniors, as always, leave much to be desired. I do wish for the older days when there was a bit more passion in the lower ranks. So much time has sapped them of that, too. But the Middies are hungry and eager, and the Seniors are for the most part excellent. Or so it seems at first appearance. I shall send a full report later.

When you have bandwidth, I should appreciate a full transmission of any and all files on those related to the prospects in this Zone. It is always very useful background information. When you cannot read a Patient’s mind, knowing the kinds of things they might be thinking of is of utmost value.

Yours affectionately in the war,
Greystone