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[Ceinwyn ab'Arawn]

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Vendui, Magus,

I trust that you have seen the latest posters plastering the walls, namely the one calling for Gorhun Morchiant? If not, then it is good that I have sent you one of them.

Ceinwyn


Enclosed is one of the many wanted notices adorning the various walls of Southern Malas.

[Grignag]

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Izrem's eye twitched invisibly, hidden somewhere within the darkness of his cowl as he read over Dealthagar's announcement. After reading it over he sighed audibly.

"Must you always apply the hammer, Herald?" he spoke quietly to himself.

"I suppose it doesn't matter." He thought. "Dealthagar has always worked in the open while I move in the shadows. If this keeps our drow allies happy while I deal with Gorhun, all the better."

Collecting some writing supplies, Izrem penned a simple response to Ceinwyn.

Neonate,

Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I will be speaking with the Herald soon on this matter. Continue in the fashion I have instructed you and refrain from speaking on the matters which we discussed earlier.

Keruilath la Mornvas,
Magus Izrem Verin'Vlos


Izrem then turned and penned a second letter before attaching it the leg of the raven he had used for earlier correspondence with Gorhun Morchiant. Attached to it is a copy of the announcement as presented by Dealthagar.

Vendui abbil,

Ol kluthak dos ph' naut ves al'doer bauth nindol k'lar d' gajen. Doer telanth xuil uns'aa. Usstan inbal folbol ulu gultah dos ji nindel udos xal elendar ulu telanth xuileb felah degahr.

Z'hin wun Oloth.
Izrem Verin'Vlos
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Femmies?! HOWAH!

Can't we all just get along? No? Excellent.

[Gorhun Morchiant]

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Walking up the steps of his current residence the drow lord thinks over the past three days. One hundred years had passed for him and his companions, but it only seemed like three days in the realm of Sosaria. As he enters his office he is greeted by a black raven carrying the letter from Izrem. Looking over the letter and the wanted poster Gorhun sighs to himself, “It is a good feeling to be wanted somewhere…I suppose…”

Pulling a quill from his desk he pens the following letter to Izrem and sends it by way of the Raven.


Ussta abbil Izrem,

Usstan xun shinilja whol l'lateness d'nindol ly'ryus. Usstan orn'la saph ulu telanth xuil dos bauth ussta unfortunate martheo xuil Umbra. Qualla kaas natha tangi, draeval, lu'k'lar lu'Usstan orn'la tlu delighted ulu thalra xuil dos.

Z'hin wun Oloth,

Gorhun Morchiant
Senger d'l'Ilythiiri

*Glowing Purple Seal of the Staff of the Spider and the Mask of Vhaeraun*