Your guards. Or, rather, later of them.
Written by: Moirean Seirath
Date: Tuesday, August 12th, 2014
Addressed to: Everyone
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Enorian,
I attempted to make a deal with Phendegwen. I attempted to make things done. He instead said to go away. I attempted many offers of negotiation and diplomacy. He instead just kept insisting blind ideals, over everything. The gods. Holy shit. Whatever. Your guards are still dying.
Send us a negotiatior who isn't an idiotic fanatic.
- Moirean Seirath
Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Variach, in the year 427 MA.