To the Ophidians,

T.R.A.S.H. (that's the Top Rock Association of Strategic Havoc) is back in full swing, ready to rock the small races to a better future. While we're still handling our other very important obligations, let it be known: we're definitely not sitting idly by while the Ophidians try to squash good Kobolds. Agra, you've got two choices: surrender to T.R.A.S.H., or ditch the Ophidians and team up with the rest of us to put a stop to their slithery schemes.

And just to be crystal clear-no one's guillotining me.

Also, I still don't have a desk.

Once more,
T.R.A.S.H. General Noube

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 8th of Severin, in the year 6 AC.