Oliver rallies his force in the swamps, the crude palisade constructed, the fort humming along with the sound of training and lessons in everything for swamp survival to healing. He receives the letter for a small boy, a former street urchin, while out in a marsh sparring with one of his captains, a man who used to be a dockhand. He puzzles over the letter for a while, the flowing script very different from his plain printing and the expensive inks and paper a bit strange, in his opinion, for a friendly letter. Oliver never had much time for people with regal titles in the guild, he found they were lazy and didn't like to work. Merchants and traders were fine; they worked to get their money and you knew where they stand, but aristocrats were another matter. At long last, he figures out every word in the letter and laughs. Did they think he was stupid?
If he helped this noble, he'd get supplies, which would be nice. If he succeeded in his rebellion, though, Oliver would just be swept aside. There'd be no guarantee of reform, of any Dechsk being re-instated. What's to say Oliver wouldn't be betrayed and sold out to the Vice-Roy? One noble can't be trusted with another, especially when Oliver could be sold out as a bargaining chip. Still, best to not anger those who are in power, for now, at least. A quick reply is written in Oliver's blocky printing.
Mister Lugwid,
As kind as your very nice letter was, I decline to take any help from you because it's far too early to pledge allegiance to one faction or another. I do not want a debt to you, when we haven't met or discussed tactics or plans or none of that. I shall make my own way to start, but I shall not fight against you. We all fight the same enemy, but we do not all fight for the same purpose. Good luck, and we shall talk further later. Tip the boy, he's a good runner.
Oliver IRON. Free the Dechsk!
Oliver hands the letter to the urchin, nods, and the boy runs off to deliver the letter. Oliver heads back into the fort and rallies his people with a cry of, "Allies and fighting friends! Today is the day we start our march to liberate our brothers in Meskhabn! I shall be taking most of the force with me, leaving a hundred men behind to guard our swamp and expand our home. My seven hundred troops and I shall march on to free the Dechsk and to victory and glory!"
A rallying cry goes up from the assembled men. Oliver smiles and writes down orders for his spies in Axessven to report in enemy garrison numbers, troop morale, and how well-equipped their foes were. If they captured a few fishing ships at Meskhabn, they could attack Axessven next. Oliver stops. One thing at a time...
ACTION: Send reply to Lugwid. Take 700 men, with Oliver as general, and capture Meskhabn while leaving a hundred men behind to occupy and expand the swamp and its fortifications. Have spies report in garrison status of Axessven.