August 2625? 1965
It seems to be days, perhaps hours since I have experienced light nor the hope of human contact. No...it must be hours. I find myself trapped in a darkened study bearing no windows and a door that appears to lock on the outside. In no uncertain terms I would call myself a prisoner of this tower, confined to these musty quarters. I hunger like no other with only a bucket of stagnant water and the sporadic biscuit to serve my needs. I truly believe my captors intend to starve me, although my true concerns lie chiefly with my brother. They had taken Hubris to another wing of this prison and I fear his strengths may come detrimental to his survival.
The meeting with our father's friend had proved less then helpful and in the end all we had gained was a location. The council has a tendency to conceal it's offices withen any number of available complexes and despite it's early image, maintains an increasingly fewer number of castles and fortresses then one would expect. Until then we had believed this location to be abandoned.
We travelled unmolested withen it's walls for several yards and though we had no hopes for finding him here, entertained the idea of some key to his current location. It was only to late we realized the apparent abandonment had led us into a false security. We were ambushed and to this point I am not certain why.
However no matter what our captives may have planed, I am fairly certain they were wearing council atire.
-Anthem Monroe
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