Ma'am,


I would like to thank you for allowing me entrance into your husband's stockroom this week. It was, truly, a selfless act, and were you not married to such a disgrace as you are, it may have raised you in my esteem ever so slightly. Alas.


To Aeryx, when you were dangling from a noose, your last words were, "Do your worst, coward." As the first of many steps in "doing my worst," I have confiscated all the goods that were to be found within the stockroom of the Red Lion. The items in question will go towards equipping future recruits of the Argent Legion, and ensuring that His army is ever up to standard.


Fret not. There is little doubt in my mind that these goods will do far more to further my Lord's cause than your wife ever did.


Ever His,


Whirran Arcan-Tetzauh


Herald of Strife

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 21st of Variach, in the year 509 MA.