Salutations, Shallamites. I pray this missive finds you continuing to
struggle against the armies of the West and the North, as you so often
are when there are more than five of my people in the realm.

I am not, however, here to gloat or to further degrade the public
intellect by engaging in a contest of creative insults. I am merely here
to offer my thanks to you, citizens, to the Caliph Jovaras, and to the
Te'Serrans who have so kindly appointed a man of similar intelligence to
Siyad as the leader of Their city.

Months ago, I received a slew of messages from your Caliph after I
narrowly escaped Shallam. The following are a direct scribe of the
contents therein.

"It's not like you needed a mark to kill [then-Patriarch of Angels]
Quoren. You could probably walk right in and do it yourself and nobodyd
stop you."

"The Templar hate him because hes making power plays on there house."

"Go ahead and do it, he is a fool and a coward like yourself."

"If you don't believe me, you can make a templar alt and see for
yourself."


While I have shown these messages to some of the Te'Serra, he still
remains Caliph and continues to ensure that your city is run in to the
ground. I am truly thankful that he continues the Shallamite tradition
of it's leaders being touched by Madness. I daresay that whenever
Jovaras outlasts his use to whichever 'bad' Divine is using him as a
puppet, he will be exposed fully. But until then, take solace in knowing
that your leadership is, yes, still worthless.

I will be accepting tips and gifts in thanks for my hard work towards
the betterment of your people.

Good morrow.


In Suffering,

Fyr Dracrotalus


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Aeguary, in the year 540 AF.