The story will begin, as stories typically do, in Lockhaven. Gwendolyn has summoned the patrol to her chambers, and is regarding a map of the Territories, intricately carved onto the surface of a large wooden table when they arrive. Positioned about the map are dozens of tiny, hand-carved game pieces. Gwendolyn has one final piece in her paw, as she turns to face the Patrol.
In this story, a sudden cold snap in the Fall of 1153 brought on the Winter Season much sooner than expected. Lucky mice were trapped within the walls of whatever town they happened to be in at the time, perhaps unable to return home to their families in other parts of the Territories. Unlucky mice were caught between towns, and never heard from again. Outside the thick stone walls of Lockhaven, the first rains of Spring have already started to fall, and the ground in many parts of the Territories is still frozen. Gwendolyn explains to the Patrol that consulting the wisest of Weather Watchers, and learning their predictions, is absolutely vital.
She informs the Patrol that to the South, on the long road toward Copperwood, lies an observatory called Greyview. Perched on the top of a rolling hill, and situated inside a large, craggy stone, Greyview is home to perhaps some of the best Weather Watchers in the Territories. Gwendolyn explains that Greyview is operated by a team of science-mice, led by a mouse called Mayhew, from Barkstone. Independent from any government in the Territories, Mayhew and his Weather Watchers trade information and coin with many nearby towns (especially Copperwood), but are generally not interested in dealing with the Guard; Mayhew, the Matriarch explains, was once a member of the Axe. After Midnight’s Rebellion was quashed, and their Leader marched beyond the Scent Border, the Army of the Axe was disbanded - One-hundred and fourteen surviving members returned to their homes throughout the Territories, and only three of them were punished by their local governments. Mayhew, it seems, still holds a grudge against the Guard.
Gwendolyn instructs the Patrol to bring along packs filled with supplies and gifts to offer Mayhew and the mice of Greyview: a new lens for their telescope, for example, finely-crafted by the glaziers of Lockhaven; a few dozen jars of the special grease they need to lubricate the telescope’s insides; etc. (All of these gifts are intentionally fragile, so that the Patrol has to be extra careful while transporting them). The Matriarch continues to explain, with a sad expression on her face, that the mice of the Territories need Greyview’s predictions - of this year, of this Season, of anything they have. If the Guard is to continue safeguarding the Territories, it needs that information.
“If Mayhew refuses to help us,” she finally sighs, “do what must be done.”
(Cont)