Esteemed Duiran and dauntless Enorian,

Moghedu's problems are many and vast, and your ceaseless PREACHing only
worsens them. There are riots and rebellion in our mines; our very
Laborers rise against us and threaten our survival.

All of this is owing to the Warlord. We are united against His vision
for Sapience, are we not?

I urge you - do not war against us, either with arms or with your
attempts at conversion. Many among my people are uncertain and lost,
vulnerable to your Keepers' rhetoric-

-and though it pains me to pen this decree, given the long friendship
between our cities, I must publicly denounce your actions. Such actions
are not the way of friends; and if they continue, I will send my
disciples to assassinate the guilty parties.

Perhaps if our mutual allegiance will not command your respect, the
threat of the Underhalls will.

Entesh, untesh.
-The Queen Nesvenai

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 12th of Ios, in the year 477 MA.