A Letter from Ser Reginald Cheese

My Dearest Freya,
I've just had the most exhilarating day with our good friends Raoden and Illyana, sticking it to those scallywags who call themselves knights. A true knight would never stoop so low as to capture innocent civilians from as meagre a place as The Hold - the scoundrels... But I digress.
 
Our foray into the world of espionage began when I met your two compatriots during my own investigations into the checkpoint. With knowledge of the incoming influx of prisoners, we decided the best way to aid them would be to infiltrate the guard. So, with a bit of magic to silence our little scuffle, Raoden and Illyana commandeered a couple of uniforms to assume the role of guards - a perfect disguise that was unfortunately too ample for my modest frame (If I am to join in the future, the knights of Kael shall need to employ a more versatile attitude in their tailoring endeavours).
 
With those two in position, we quickly learned where the prisoners would be held and started formulating our plan. But, with as much time on our hands as we had, we decided to further our reconnaissance and learn all we could about our enemy. Some deft lockpicking from Illyana allowed me to slip into the quarters of the General, Sadir, and peruse his curious place of rest. It held little in the way of furniture, with just a singular desk and chair (an interior designer was sorely lacking) - not even a bed! Atop his desk I found a list of the Empire's most wanted, with pictures of Illyana and Renji (please give my condolences to Renji - Illyana is evidently the more fearsome of the two). I made sure to alter the pictures to give our friends a modicum of anonymity, and left as swift as I entered.
 
Then came the arrival of our soon to be escapees, and a soon to be very angry man. He had a striking presence - in more ways than one. He announced his entrance with bolts of lightning, at which point the entire camp rushed to stand attention before him. He proceeded to carefully inspect each member, and upon reaching Illyana motioned towards her un-helmeted head. A timely message from me gave her a suitable excuse - that the helmet couldn't accommodate her horns - at which point he proceeded to take another guard's helmet and violently beat it until it fit her head. Then, upon the aforementioned guard's protestations, promptly skewered- I mean... Knocked him out...
 
Anyway, during the kerfuffle of the many prisoners being escorted to the cell, I slipped into the crowd and prepared for the moment to make our escape. Raoden and Illyana took the watch outside the cell and, once the time was right, set our plan in motion. With some magical silence we picked the locks of the manacles and door, then I slipped out to cause a distraction. A little magical trickery started a brawl, and Raoden shrouded our steps. Before they knew what hit them, we were gone. Sadir was the only one to notice, and in an attempt to spear Illyana actually lost his weapon! She stole it and fled, and now we're in the wind!
 
Oh, how marvellous it feels to scupper the plans of the wicked! I do hope that next time I can share this elation with you and the rest of your troupe, though.
 
Yours, most sincerely,
Ser Reginald Cheese