Sultan of Enorian,

Though I despise you and your city to a man, this one sided battle
you have chosen to make your war, and the wholesale slaughter of
your militia and divisions of troops that is its result is best
put to an end. I ask you again, Sultan, how are you willing to ask
your city for at the expense of your pride?

Deny me my talks, we will continue with this little game of yours.
Accept my talks, and we shall work a fair treaty for the both
of us. I have known many bloodthirsty carnivores in my day, but
your demonstration of the perfected warmonger is something I will
certainly desire lessons in. Perhaps, if peace talks arent your
thing, we cant hunt the highways at night together. His Grace of
the Sky knows you love to kill.


Eternally,
Night's Sky, Duke Povox Nebre'seir

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Midsummer, in the year 155 MA.