Kista, you filthy little whelp!

What you have done is an unspeakable betrayal against those who thought
the highest of you. Not only that, but you have all but shattered your
reputation. You are worse then the filth lying beneath the waters of the
sewers in the poorest part of any city.

Know this, we have long memories and all will know that you are not to
be trusted
you are vermin, the lowest kind of scum.

I don't care what it will cost me in experience but until time ends
whenever I see your face I will hurl all the spells at my disposal at
you. Your skin will from melt from my dissoloution, your bones with
freeze with my horripilation, your chest will burn from my scintilla and
your eyes will explode from my lightning.

To further your suffering and punishment I make this offer to all
mercinaries across the continents. Whosoever mails me the head of Kista
will receive 10,000 gold sovereigns for their troubles and I will keep
going until I have your head 5 times. Any further suffering you wish to
inflict upon her will be greatly appreciated.

I will see to it that your head adorns pikes that will line the Epitine
Circle.
Berenene fa Toren

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 536 AF.