Jeeves hung in the air just inside the Hall, levitating above grounds thanks to the blasters that held him aloft. Like any mechanical, it could care less if it waited minutes or hours, though its burning core probably would not last for too terribly long. In its tiny hands, the 'bot held onto a letter, simply addressed: Inquisitors.
The time of the Blood Moon seems to have grown dull.
I seek admittance and have acquired the mentorship of
the druid Coyotl. With his approval, I now submit my
desire to wage war under the banner of The Grim.
~ Alkherix Axebiter
An Impatient Jeeves Awaits
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