Rarch,

It is nothing more than stark abject fear that prevents you from meeting
us on the battlefield.

The pathetic excuses are flowing from Shallam faster than the lice you
call citizens breed there.

Perhaps when we have reduced the village of Shastann to rubble,
sacrificed its citizens perhaps you will sit up and take notice.

Then again, perhaps the world will hear more of your feeble excuses as
more and more innocents are crushed under our heel

Lord Kaelin

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Sarapin, in the year 357 AF.