To the families dur Naya and Morrog,

Whilst it has been amusing to watch the dual bloodlines much like an Ouroboros consuming its own tail, offer a challenge amongst themselves. I am certain that a letter could have better suited to issue this challenge, or you know...a family reunion.

Whilst you all have been busy dipping your quills within the same inkwells as mothers, fathers, or whatever you call it when they are both in the same all these years, the rest of us have been seeking a grander position in the lands. A position of progress. I know the strongest position those amongst yours seek, is who is going to wear the male genitals that week. So I am certain I am not alone in these assumptions of saying no one cares about your incestual drinking faire that will likely be held...

I am going to throw out a guess here..

The Burly Chest Tavern in Esterport...where the bar wenches have huge pecs and there is beef for sale for low and reasonable prices. Something something...we all have heard the advertisements...TROLLS.

Its good to see you try to be relevant...in a world that was pleased to see your departure.

Sincerely,
Runas

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 7th of Lanosian, in the year 468 MA.