To the city of Mhaldor,

For services rendered, we deliver unto you the following invoice.

Magic expended --- 1 million gold sovereigns
Blood spilled (ours) --- 5 million gold sovereigns
Blood not spilled (yours) --- 5 gold sovereigns
Rations consumed --- 50 gold sovereigns
Snacks consumed --- 5000 gold sovereigns
Etiquette --- 3 million gold sovereigns
Lycopods destroyed --- 127 gold sovereigns
Fish gutted --- 1 million gold sovereigns
Tolerating Eoka's presence --- 100 million gold sovereigns
Tolerating Tyrannical tantrums --- 100 million gold sovereigns

In closing, best of luck with your ambitions of Empire, my little blood(less) oranges. We expect prompt payment.

Further lessons will come at even greater cost, so heed them well. What pride you have left can scarce afford it.

- Eoka e'Jahlorien


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Scarlatan, in the year 1001 AF.