Sixth of the Twelfth Moon, morning. The Dean has been gone half a month. A letter arrived today: the fighting …
Sixth of the Twelfth Moon, morning.
The Dean has been gone half a month. A letter arrived today: the fighting grows dire. Per his orders, we began to evacuate the townsfolk and send the disciples away. But half of them refused to leave. They asked to take their mechanisms to the front, saying: "Every person of conscience has marched to Hutuo. We have the skills. How can we stand idle?"