Cyrene,

It has come to my attention that several of your citizenship have been approaching others and purposefully coughing and/or sneezing on them, only to instantly retreat back to your walls. I have always found history to be a wonderfully interesting, if agonizingly boring, topic. The grand legends of battles of epic proportion, the tales of adventure that spark dreams of wonder and bliss in the young, the patterns that continually reveal themselves over centuries and centuries.

The pattern that has been more resilient than any other is that your city has been a bastion of what I would consider to be reason and relative peace. This has been the case my entire life. Another pattern is how wonderfully creative and expressive your city is - I love the art your citizens create, the poems, the stories, the songs. Centuries ago I made the greatest sacrifice I could in an attempt to save your city from the Tsol'teth - this gamble did not pay off, but I am unsure you would find another who has ever risked more on your behalf, let alone someone who is not even a citizen.

The latest offender of this apparent campaign of infection is your 'WarChieftain' Faur Ironson, a dwarf that has apparently existed for hundreds of years. I'm not particularly convinced he's existed this whole time, but that's irrelevant. What's relevant is he went far, far out of his way to approach me in the privacy of my end-of-a-trail grove and purposefully force himself to sneeze in my direction. What's relevant is that by doing so, he is attempting to infect not only me, but everyone I spend time with. Everyone I care about. Everyone I love.

As a sign of respect, I have decided to allow you to handle Faur's malicious treachery on your own. To clarify the severity of this, Faur's actions go beyond a single attack - he has made a clear and decisive declaration of war against everyone I hold close in my heart through infectious warfare, the most cowardly of tactics. I acknowledge your city's long history of relative justice and peace, so I offer you the chance to handle this on your own before it escalates; I recognize there is every chance that he and the other attempted plague-spreaders have been acting of their own accord, and that your leadership was unaware of their attempts to spark war.

I humbly request you handle this with the severity and urgency the situation calls for. Know that you have the opportunity to be far more merciful than I will; Faur has made an attempt on the lives of everyone I care for. If it comes down to it, I will retaliate. He has not kept his attack to an individual person, so my retaliation would not, either. To make it abundantly clear: failure to publicly punish Faur will be interpreted as a declaration of war, and I will respond accordingly.

In utmost sincerity,
Tesha Young

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Chronos, in the year 978 AF.