Survivors of the Ivory Mark,

I am amused you would publicly tout the weakness evident within the
ranks of your organization, and thank you for the advertisement you have
given us about the superiority the Quisalis possess. With the removal of
your frail recruiter, we have asserted ourselves as the dominant entity
in our line of work, and watch our ranks become stronger by the day.
Makarta was a weak fool with pathetic ideals, and succumbed to the
blades of Isiva with a minimal struggle and fully showed his lack of
understanding for our art. If you wish to view your glorious mastermind,
I'm sure the Blood Maiden will be more than happy to show you his
gleaming skull.

I welcome your call to arms and any who wish to challenge the might of
the Triad should seek us out in the caves beneath New Thera. Know that
we will not tolerate the weakness of your kind in our tunnels, and these
walls will become your tomb. For those seeking the path to our
profession, now is the time to join the Quisalis and purge the remnants
of the Ivory Mark from the history of this realm.

Praise be to Lord Thoth and the power of death He has laid upon our
ranks.

Dakrol, the Swiftblade

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Sarapin, in the year 456 AF.