Amelia dropped her head into her hands and muttered in frustration. How on earth could a simple donation go so wrong? And what would happen when the citizens found out just how little she’d been able to discover? She looked once more at the parchment laying on the table and scowled as she thought, “Dad, I know you loved your collection more than you could possibly have loved your family but did you have to be so obtuse?” Well, she guessed there was really no choice. She couldn’t avoid them forever. Maybe together they could figure out what this meant. She frowned as she thought that she just hoped one of them would be skilled in the art of decoding maps. ——————————————————– Please gather at the Counselor’s Hall in West Britain, Saturday, October 13th @ 7 p.m. PST.