Pentarch,

The offer of a date with Bulrok still stands. It is only appropriate, after all, to grant you the chance to spend some time dancing with him since the Hammer of Dejaani decided it would be in their best interests to swerve away from it during the war. Consider it benevolence on my part to hear you out in spite of objections, to acknowledge you as more than a mouthpiece for those you serve.

Now, as you dawn to the realisation that we are also not yet through with you, you crow on public in an effort to seem bigger than you are.

You are not.

Like the Ivolnites who whirled to the hymns of blood and war to the chained of Damariel, perhaps some time with my Warleader can help you work something out about your deep-seated hypocrisy.

Consider it.

I am,
Tyrant Elene Arcan-Tetzauh

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 17th of Variach, in the year 508 MA.