A Lawful Guesture

Lictor Warden Mortimer,
How does the day greet you? I have received word that the Order of the Scythe flourishes, despite recent intrusive setbacks. This is as it should be; Law exists to oppose chaos first and foremost, and the eradication of Chaos is a true word of Law’s strength.
Times do tend to the sunless, as the forces of Chaos approach our world from the outside. Locally, mass tombs were broken open from the inside as the departed took to walking in the waking world. Fortunately we dismember much of our dead, as is honorable to prevent this kind of indignity. Sadly the common folk are often unable to afford such grace, and their lowborn corpses clogged our streets for many days. As each citizen falls, the departed added to their ranks: 
You see Lictor, chaos begets chaos (and must do so in order to flourish), but Law stands strong by itself. Now the streets are clean and the Law stands stronger than ever. While there are no new edicts nor Armigers, a Law that is tested is a law that is strengthened. We must all be tested in this way.
I have heard stories filter back about the Valley, and its champions. While I do hear rather alarming things about a Crewen and Lord Highroost's own tendency towards his Tengu heritage, I am also glad to hear of your Laniss, your involvement with restoring the Law of the Throne, and your own Mistress of Blades. The Valley would be visible as a storming cauldron of Orcus, Thyr, and their subordinates make their voices heard.
To this end I have dispatched the caravan which should accompany this your letter. I have listened to the account of the General Stoneheart and his crusade of redeeming the Lawless. With that Truth, the one who was tasked with handing you this note is Signifier Anku. Signifier Anku has transgressed in the most egregiously superficial way possible: he does know how to find respect for his Paravicar, and so does not know how to find his place in the Dominus. So then, I have sent him to try and find his place with you. He will make a fine Paravicar himself one day, but it is this ambition that holds him back from this achievement.
With him is his consort Zaliki. Her profession is that of a manager, and she found herself responsible for organisation of some of Lut Gulein’s more established edifices, including Anku’s barracks. Since they are legally wed I can not separate them, but I would not choose to, Greyton cannot be oversupplied with competent coordinators (this is no slight; no place has enough of the talent Zaliki has honed).
Accompanying them is a half-squad of soldiers. These are not slaves, choosing instead to be Armigers who broke the Law, and surrendered their freedom. Cells containing the Dominus’ own men are an uncomfortable situation for the involved, so they face exile as opposed to incarceration.
In their custody is one Nameless to whom we append the title of “Jackal”. Jackal was one of the senior councilmen attending the merchant’s guild, but he did transgress and sell that which he had not yet bought. The crime was slight, but Jackal feared for his safety (after all, he had traded friendship for coin in an unfortunate manner), and transgressed again by numerous paths; attempting to give coin to officials, bartering the service of unlicensed guards, and finally he did kill a woman by way of a knife after a mediation between the two did fail catastrophically. Jackal submitted himself to the Law of the Dominus, and sold his name and freedom for the privilege of being removed from the society that had turned against him. Jackal did however make one error: He did speak on behalf of his self at his trial, and performed so well that he would have been released. He found himself damned; release meant death, but failing to acquit himself in court would also have been punished in a final manner. So he took the third road, the one which lead to Greyton.
The remaining 4 wagons contain supplies, materials, weapon, and a comprehensive collection of written lectures, each one penned by Mistress of Blade Vox herself. She is adamant that each one is read and annotated by you personally until you can speak them from memory. She wishes this instruction to be repeated, so please read the paragraph again once you have reached the end of this letter. The supplies are to be used to train soldier and to do repairs to the town that suffered at the hands of Chaos.
The weather is fine where I stand. There is trouble marked in the calender advance, but the sun shines eternal over Set’s empire, and we praise the Sand and the Truth it has given us.
Lictor Severs Divir
The Dominus of the Order of the Nail, Lut Gohlein, shining jewel of The Sand.
Praise be to Set, for it is Right to praise him.