Kald,

I will give you one chance to relent. Persistence in this ill-considered
scheme will see all shrines to Lord Prospero reduced to splinters and
dust, and your head piked in their place.

You throw around words like murder, and you dare to try to speak of
Good, Light and Justice as though you understand what those ideals mean.
You are deluded. You make demands of the Bloodsworn Gods, and you invoke
Lord Prospero's name in a conflict in which He would surely have no
interest. Your foolishness will be your downfall, and the Order of the
Merchant Lord will be ruined by your ego.

Consider your next move carefully, but make it swiftly. My patience is
finite, and I have little time for fools. Retract your offer or suffer
the consequences of your boundless ignorance.


Theirs, eternally,

Silas Maynard
Priest of Rasul

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Scarlatan, in the year 620 AF.