Hail Glomdoring,

I will keep this short and sweet.

When Mother Moon, Brother White Hart and the trees of Serenwilden need
the words of wisdom from - and I'm sad to say it of once glorious Great
Spirits - a whore, a bastard, and their children, we will ask for it.

Until that time, stay in your forest, dwell within your borders and
cower behind your leaders (Magnagoran, of course, who else do you have
that could lead you?). Having to read the words so ineptly sprawled by
sicklings - Thank you Kalodan, I quite like the term - is a trying
endeavour indeed and not something we should have to endure more than a
handful of times each decade.

Yours in reverence, of course,
Laneth.


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Juliary, in the year 123 CE.