Health, Colonials.

We have, as you know, an amiable friendship among our two people; each comfortable with the other enough that one might call upon the other to perform a service. Now, the Virulian people have need of your assistance.

As you have no doubt heard, there is a looming threat on the very near horizon. It is a threat which takes the face of an aggressive military state ruled under an enigmatic and elusive monarchy. We have heard and seen, first-hand and through the cautioned whispers of others, that these are a people not to be trusted. Our Bishops and Sentries, envoys of peace on a mission of intrigue at the time, have been met with scarcely a word and the hellfire of this kingdom.

We, therefore, would ask of you, our friends, a simple boon. The Virulian Council has decreed that further investigation must be executed in regards to these Gauls. We wish to base ourselves out of your facilities whilst we conduct reconnaissance, search for traitors to the Gallic throne, and, if necessary, perform small, retaliatory skirmishes.

Your facilities will serve only as a drydock. We ask for neither your blood nor steel in these pursuits, only for a place of rest for our people. If your supplies are scarce, Virulian merchant ships may be dispensed to sustain ourselves. Let us hear of your thoughts and inquiries.

Peace of body and spirit.

Health, Colonials.

It is good. We shall bring with us fuel in surplus to feed the spirited flights of ours and yours. We shall provide proofs of these efforts in this channel. Our operations will begin with minimalistic forays into the kingdom in question and we estimate a sufficient amount will be roughly three thousand units weekly. We shall, of course, compensate supply as operations escalate. We are able to bring a thousand extra units as a gift to your people.

If these figures meet with your approval, then we shall set our gears in motion.

Peace of body and spirit.