I assume you think you're sly, or perhaps you've been delivering these
disgusting letters for someone else to people around Enorian. It matters
little which one it is.

But send me a letter demeaning several of my good friends and comrades
again and you will find my fist lodged into your skull.

Pass out more of these atrocious scribbles on paper to spread the plague
of rumors and dissent against these people, and if I come to find out,
expect my knee to crush something much more precious to you.

Cowards who can't even put a name to their claims shouldn't be spawning.


That is all.


- Nola,
Not Anonymous.



Penned by my hand on the 7th of Variach, in the year 379 MA.