Dakrol,

I see you have now taken the time to emerge publically once more from
your underground hiding place in New Thera. The Ivory Mark is a fiercly
proud organisation and your dimissal of Lord Makarta's swordplay is
laughable, he may have succumbed to your underhand fighting tactics, but
I assure you the rest of the Ivory Mark will not. Just last month, as
you may recall, we met as I carried the corpses of Nevon, Isiva and the
rest of your hunters through those termite infested tunnels you call
your domain. The war has begunand the Gods will benefit from the essence
of your slain comrades. We will avenge the death of Lord Makarta, and
you will see the pride and determination of his followers as you feel
your crimson blood seep from your body for the final time.

In his name,

Master of the West Wind in the House of the Black Lotus
Master Sobriquet Storm

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Sarapin, in the year 456 AF.