Mhunna,

Long has the war between the squalors of Moghedu and His city waged, many, many mhun enslaved and slain, purpose given to those whom would have had no use at all. Yet you continue to grasp unto blind defiance, consumed by your pride to cling to the mantle of leadership without an ounce of worth behind it.

Over this you continue to whip your people into a blind hatred against those whom only seek to spur yourself beyond the wretched existence you have fostered for so long. Long has the cities of sapience freely slain your citizenry without remorse, ignorant to your cries for mercy and help. Yet you single out the only ones that wish to make Moghedu a bastion of strength in His world? Forged through Hardship and Cruelty?

Let us end this charade, submit to Him and cast away your hard-headed nature against His Truths, cast aside your ignoble status and serve in iniquity.

Of course, you could cling to your stubborness, and we will show you, just as you attempted to do to us, just what escalation in conflict means, Mhunna.

Take your time to see reason, for your own sake.

In Strength,

Subjugator Minifie Lichlord.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Ero, in the year 815 AF.