Sarranda, how pleasant to see you finally emerge from the shadows.
Perhaps you will be so kind as to speak to me in person, so that we may
ameliorate the differences between us.

Allow me to address the first rather glaring error in your missive.
Batlin Karella was deposed as Baron by the villagers of Petra for rape
and murder. The annals of events record this villainy clearly. His only
claim to the title he once held are the monotone hails of the poor
Petrans influenced by your insidious magic so oddly reminiscent of the
Tsol'teth litany of obedience. He was not Baron and you are not
Baroness. You are a pretender to a position far greater than your mean
pedigree would ever warrant.

I must admit, I find your feigned concern for Heralla entertaining.
Where was this vaunted compassion when you slaughtered my novices in the
streets for refusing to give you information to which you had no right?
Perhaps it was stored away with your desire for peace and stability as
you incited riots with your wiles. These things alone demand the justice
you so glibly claim from the Libran Assemblage, yet still you hide.

Do not pretend to innocence, cretin; your cunning betrayals long ago
forfeited any claim to that. You and your allies will find that your
overweening ambition will lead you to your obliteration. You need only
see the smouldering remnants of dear Belladona's bivouac to realise
this. That which you seek will never be yours and the world will rejoice
when the curse under which you suffer consigns your soul to
annihilation.

The Bastion mourns for Strowan Adarsh, whose death to your machinations
is yet another damning ingot on the scales of your existence. Should
Ashtan march into Petra, it will only be to protect it from you.

~Imyrr Rousseau, Overseer of Ashtan

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Aeguary, in the year 512 AF.