Cynicism aside, I had already started to send messages to influential people. Most from the isles. The Sacred-Twenty Eight, the supposed noble families among the mages, had cemented their place in the isles. While I had no problem with them doing so, hiding away from the troubles of the world wouldn’t help anyone. So they were among the first to receive a letter. The second, most important group, were the ones that needed my help the most. My fellow magical creatures. 