*Once more a parchment of paper was pinned on top the most recent declaration from the refuge, written in common*
To the self-proclaimed 'High' Priestess of a dying and false faith: Corrupter of Regalia's Isldar People, and Mother of No-One,
You hold no right to speak on the behalf of our kind, smothering our image and threatening lives. I fought upon the coastlines of Arlora for this Empire and watched as flesh and bone reanimated into horrors you dare not cross, slaughtered the deathling usurpers to liberate this city and will not hesitate to bring my blade to your cultists as well. I'll not stand by whilst you make fool of the Isldar race and attempt to deny me a good fucking drink in The Gauntlet. You have chosen a foe you cannot match and will see the destruction of your cult as a result. If I had it my way, I'd have cut the throat of your commander myself.
Yours truly,
Daniel Erubadhron Silevon