"Exactly thirteen days before Midsummer, when the great Sun disappears from the horizon, the Midgardsormr will disappear deep in the ocean of trees."
By the time the members of Cherry Heart that had chosen to investigate the matter in the Arbolia Line arrived at the railway's office in the city of Cathaya, they were greeted by a letter framed in gold borders just inside of the office. In the middle of the room, one tense-looking man sighed with relief when he saw the group's arrival. He quickly fixed his tie and wore his hat more properly before standing up. The room itself was small, but it was filled with so many paperworks as well as different miniature models of trains adorning it.
"Thank you for coming here! You are the first guild that had answered my company's call for help, and I couldn't feel more grateful for your appearance here." The man spoke with a dignified, but still elated voice, losing the tension that he used to showcase earlier.
"I am Walter Neall, the head of the Arbolia Line Company. It is a pleasure to meet the four of you." He continued, bowing at the four. His mannerism was very polite so far, and he didn't seem to question the capabilities of he four guildmembers.
"I am aware that your guild is not renowned yet, but any help that I can get is very appreciated. Please, do have a seat. We still have around one hour before departure."
Two claps, and from the outside of the room, several maids came inside and provided the four present guildmembers with their seats. In addition, they were also served a cup of herbal tea not long afterwards.
"Make yourself as comfortable as you need to. As you have read on the notice I posted, ever since one month ago there had been a copious amount of letters coming on every single one of our trains' trips. It had gotten to the point where our customers had started to avoided us.
I am quite adamant that these letters are merely empty threats, but their impact is quite irritatingly, very real. The promised date is in two days. The train should be in the middle of the ocean going to Oriad by then. I am not sure what do they mean by the "ocean of trees", but it would do us a lot of good if you can capture the culprit that spread these letters when the promised day hits, to prove that it's all empty words.
It's quite simple, isn't it?"
Walter's words were eloquent and lacking in doubt, although an astute observer should notice that he was seemingly hesitant on explaining more than that about the threat. There were still one hour before the train departed. The guildmembers should be able to ask Walter for more information, relax, or explore the train station for further clues.
Hours before the promised time: 51.