I grow tired Sartan, and am no longer in the mood for games. I have
heard you ventured into Shallam not long ago, and I allowed you to carry
out whatever mission you had in mind.

Alliances are a two way street, do keep that in mind.

If any of your people are caught spying on me again, I will snap their
necks in two and you will find our divine alliance at an end. This is
the second time your children have gotten out of line, so consider this
my final warning. I suggest you conjure up a pair of muzzles and strap
them on a few of your slaves for good measure. I can see that diplomatic
negotiations are not stressed within Mhaldor, so perhaps it is time to
silence those who keep digging your city into a deeper hole.

Tarah, dear sister, thank you for the wonderful conversation...perhaps
one day we can swap realm tales over a cold drink. Although I'm sure
mine will be too violent and yours will just bore me to no end...but we
can always hope...

Aegis, God of War

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Daedalan, in the year 367 AF.