Mhaldor,

For a city that values the pursuit of Suffering, when an army of forestal dragons darkened the light from your wretched skies with our leathery wings to deliver the very thing that you devote your lives to enduring, to your guards - all we could hear were cries of anguish as we lined your filthy, rat-infested streets with their corpses. One would think that some gratitude is in order, for placing something that you and them so actively seek well within their reach.

In the past war, we have seen great savagery and unrestraint from the ranks of Evil, as are the footstones of your barbaric culture and ideology. Consider this single act of destruction a small penance for your opportunistic acts against Eleusis in the past, when most of our warriors rested. Do not think violence and cruelty are exclusive to your domain - there are sides to Nature that laid the foundation of such impulses even before the first brick of your city was even set.

As the cycle of power continues to turn and we await for your warrior ranks to grow once more, I extend an open invitation to any Mhaldorian, young or old, to duel me for the sake of your city's honour - be it victory or defeat for either of us.

For the wilds,
Sir Exelethril Everfall


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Sarapin, in the year 711 AF.