Mephaos,

The next time the East tacitly begs defeat with its pitiful bravado,
rest assured that the army which we shall amass will outnumber last
month's tenfold, and that a small party will specifically target your
troublesome orphan scribe. Should he cloistered safely within your
choir-brothel during the ordeal, I suggest that when your three-man
counterattack next rises against its fear of the dark with sputtering
torches, you either filch one and set the boy ablaze, or carve your
correctly-spelled surname into his hide with a splinter of your former
home.

Sincerely,

Sachiel Kysalis

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Aeguary, in the year 542 AF.