Earthen Lord and Yours,

While You may attest to Your own purposes, You have broken our favourite chair and did not even ask us out to dinner before hand. Your manners are unacceptable, and so we, the Kingbound, kindly inform You that we are going to pack Your belongings and leave them strewn on the proverbial lawn to collect at your convenience.

Prepare Your boxes.

Something something turning up the heat.

- Knight Morrog
Officiating in capacity of the Inquisitor

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Midsummer, in the year 410 MA.