"People" of Duiran,

You harbour something I want: Nesventesh, bestowed the title of "madwoman" by her very own kind. You have until the new year to cast her out of your forest. If that time passes and she remains within your tree we will burn your forests, exterminate your plantlife, and slay your guards.

To Nesventesh - I applaud you. Genocide follows everywhere in your wake.

By my decree,
Emperor Ezalor D'baen

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Slyphian, in the year 421 MA.