Dear Brother,

As Your elder, it fills Me with delight to see You indulging in all the
teachings I have to offer. Your recent actions especially have lit a
flicker of pride in My otherwise cold heart. I am sure You are well
aware of what I make reference to, but for the sake of the uninformed, I
will state it plainly.

Several years ago, Malorea, priestess of Auresae, was spirited away by
Myself as part of My efforts to subvert the momentum of the invasion.
Shortly thereafter, in blatant emulation of My own manipulations, You
shamelessly kidnapped the priestess of Our respected sister, the Muse.

Of course, I am not here to blather on about Your admiration of Me. I am
here to strike a deal. I am aware that You have made a promise with
Auresae regarding assistance in the return of one Malorea. Luckily for
You, I am willing to strike a deal. You see, I have made My own promise
to Iosyne, to aid in the return of Her priestess, Lythe.

In both of Our interests, I propose the obvious solution: A trade.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Variach, in the year 307 MA.