Hashan,

Out of respect for Penwize, who dominated the Year 550 Twins Combat
Tournament with me, I have ceased my hostilities against your city. Yet
you continue the behavior that started my hotsilities in the first
place. You still allow Drave to cower within your city. You still allow
those who team me to cower within your city, despite the fact that I was
in the middle of killing them. And you still look the other way when
your citizens and allies break the law. I have tolerated your behavior
for Penwize, much, much more than I have ever tolerated, but I can do so
no longer. There is no sense in withholding my wrath when your city
bares her teeth at me so.

You may take this as a declaration of war. I look forward to your
Minister of War telling citizens that ganking me 30 minutes after I raid
is city defense. I look forward to their confused, surprised expressions
as I tear their throats out. I look forward to the delight of hunting
down every single Hashani who had the balls to stand up to me. I look
forward to making your city feel similar to how it really is: at the
bottom of the food chain, below even a single Shaman.

Enjoy the view of the world from the mud, dear Crown of the Ithmia. My
patience, as well as your peaceful lives, has come to an end.

Rean

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Lupar, in the year 552 AF.