Honourable Ser Cyprien de Letoirneau, and his extended family,
Despite our long lasting feud, I write to you with a heavy heart. It has come to my attention that my good friend, Tsetsiliya Iliyanovich has been branded with a heretical orcish marking. Testsiliya, a good, devout Unionist, has been branded by your hand. And for what, am I told? For expressing an opinion. In what world do we live in, where men have free reign to mutilate pious Ailor women?
Thankfully, the Lord Commander William Howlester saw fit to enact a punishment. A dowry befitting of a noble woman is to be paid to Tsetsiliya, but where is the money? It's been well over a month now, Ser Cyprien, yet Tsetsiliya has heard no promise of money, nor received any. Seems you aren't entirely keen on paying what is owed, but your family members are quick to spend countless regals on twelve rooms worth of furniture?
This all would be quite something on its own, but there's more. There always seems to be more. Despite being relatively small, my ears have heard whispers about your fornication with a certain red-skinned orc. I'd heard claims of non-ailor fornication within your family from Rodrigo Peirgarten himself, but I'd always assumed it was either the Baroness herself, or Lady Sophia. They seem fond of yanar, and allar respectively. This seems to follow a trend, as your relative Rousseau was found to be fornicating outside of marriage while already scandalously trying to find a wife with a lowborn half-elf. Are you not married, Ser Cyprien? Do you not have a lovely daughter with said wife? Is it typical for honourable Ithanian men to forgo their loyal wives in favour of orcish-prostitutes? Perhaps the rumours of close ties between de Letoirneau and Kathar are true. No wonder there've been calls to castrate you, the maggots there must be doing serious work.
I implore you, Ser Cyprien, to pay double your dues. This will ensure Tsetsiliya is rewarded for her time spent suffering because of your handiwork. Please, Ser Cyprien, make good on what you've promised to do.
Despite our long lasting feud, I write to you with a heavy heart. It has come to my attention that my good friend, Tsetsiliya Iliyanovich has been branded with a heretical orcish marking. Testsiliya, a good, devout Unionist, has been branded by your hand. And for what, am I told? For expressing an opinion. In what world do we live in, where men have free reign to mutilate pious Ailor women?
Thankfully, the Lord Commander William Howlester saw fit to enact a punishment. A dowry befitting of a noble woman is to be paid to Tsetsiliya, but where is the money? It's been well over a month now, Ser Cyprien, yet Tsetsiliya has heard no promise of money, nor received any. Seems you aren't entirely keen on paying what is owed, but your family members are quick to spend countless regals on twelve rooms worth of furniture?
This all would be quite something on its own, but there's more. There always seems to be more. Despite being relatively small, my ears have heard whispers about your fornication with a certain red-skinned orc. I'd heard claims of non-ailor fornication within your family from Rodrigo Peirgarten himself, but I'd always assumed it was either the Baroness herself, or Lady Sophia. They seem fond of yanar, and allar respectively. This seems to follow a trend, as your relative Rousseau was found to be fornicating outside of marriage while already scandalously trying to find a wife with a lowborn half-elf. Are you not married, Ser Cyprien? Do you not have a lovely daughter with said wife? Is it typical for honourable Ithanian men to forgo their loyal wives in favour of orcish-prostitutes? Perhaps the rumours of close ties between de Letoirneau and Kathar are true. No wonder there've been calls to castrate you, the maggots there must be doing serious work.
I implore you, Ser Cyprien, to pay double your dues. This will ensure Tsetsiliya is rewarded for her time spent suffering because of your handiwork. Please, Ser Cyprien, make good on what you've promised to do.
