Hail,

Yesterday, whilst I mingled amongst the crewmen and shipmates on my
glorious Seastrider, having tea with my executive officer, I witnessed
through my hyper-sensitivity to the death realms, a young man by the
name of Narud dying to the Lord of the Dark Court in Annwyn, Fafnir.
Naturally, being eager to the circumstances of this death in one of my
favourite of all tromping grounds, I set foot towards Annwyn. Flying
upon my magnificient wings, I was there in no time, I sung a merry song,
and skipped around the circle, and witnessed an amusing sight - A group
of Hashani that I sensed in the depths of the Unsidhe Court. As
curiosity has always been one of my most poignant traits, I traveled to
their location.

I approached the six young gentleman, whom were accompanied by one lady,
and was nigh about to ask how they fared in these dark and dangerous
parts of the realms, when a most unsettling display of violence lashed
forth. Despite no aggression from myself, four of these lads immediately
lashed forth at me, attempting to slay me, with no attempt at
communication in the least. It was a very barbaric scene, but as
seasoned of a warrior as I am, I responded quick to their assaults, and
dodged deftly out of harm's way, as they continued to rain blows towards
me. I thought to myself, that as unfortunate as this will be for them, I
can not let such an unprecedented attack go unpunished, lest they grow
even more wildly belligerent. Using my quick wits and skills at my
disposal, I slew five of these men, and seeing the errors of their ways,
two others fled the scene of Annwyn, to return to hide amongst their
Hashani dwellings.

This is but a simple warning to all of you, especially the Hashani in
question. I have been unusually kind to the hunters of these dangerous
parts of the realm, for the past several years, I have let many of you
roam free, just as I was willing to let this group of hunters walk out
of Annwyn alive. I warn you - I do not have to afford you this luxury,
and if any attacks such as these would undermine my authority in the
future, from Hashan, or any other city, I will slay you all like the
cattle you are.

Santar Darkwind

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Chronos, in the year 491 AF.