Dearest Dunn,

I feel as if you miss the point of all of this. Your recent fame and
bedding of your lovely Hecate must have gone to your head. Let me share
with you, as not to cause you too much worry.

The Villagers of Eleusis do not hide within the streets, as we have
none. We do live in a tree afterall. Our boughs stand strong;
We are rooted in our cause.

I will admit to a change in understanding of recent events, I have
learned much since our initial colourful conversation, however that does
not change the fact that you serve the Lord of Oblivion who is one of
the greatest threats not only too Nature, but to all of us within the
world. Death at the point of your rapier is nothing in comparison to
that of Oblivion.

I would prefer to die protecting Nature and the pulse of the world
around me, even the red fogged covered scourge of Mhaldor, than to cease
to exist at all.

You may Hail Oblivion, but what is the point if that means you won't be
able to watch the life drain from our eyes once your Master gets His
way?

Let us talk soon, maybe over tea and pie or something stronger rather
than bloodshed.


In Nature's Service,
Speaker Zenii Corten-Ta'Sa

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Ero, in the year 766 AF.