To: Sandro

[greypawn]

A thin messenger of whom looks haunted by death delivers a letter. The seal is of a burnt orange wax with the symbol of a bearded skull. As its opened, the ink its written in is black at times and a dark red at others.

My dearest friend and High Arcanist,

It has come to my knowledge, that with recent elections, ties between both Sestra and Aquor are now in question. As Sestra's representative of trade and commerce, it is now my thoughts to advise the Lord's of Sestra to cut off all supplies of food and labor we have been providing you for whatever fancy trinkets you give us in exchange. I may also need to advise the Sestra nobles, lords, and grand merchants that they close their bank accounts with the enclave. Before I make such drastic suggestions of which measures that would surely cripple your state, I suggest a meeting between Lord Marshal Datton and Aquor's new regime, with you and I standing by as consultants of course. We've work long and hard to establish this friendship between our two cities and it'd be a shame for that to be destroyed by recent affairs.

May you always dance with the dead,

Chancellor Feallan

[sonuvalich]

A return letter is sent courtesy of a silent Thayan Knight:

Chancellor,

I was to believe that the faithful of Myrkul were taught patience and lack of passion. These petty threats and tantrums you waste my time with are quite unbecoming of one who should know enough to wait and see what is yet to transpire. I am no longer in a position to decree what happens within Aquor as a whole, the farcical election and subsequent melodrama of Pendraig's return saw to that. It was my understanding after a conversation with Datton that he considered the current state of affairs in Aquor to be ideal, and was on very friendly terms with the new occupiers of Aquor. I suggest you speak with your Marshall and get your own affairs in order before you come bother me with every petty grievance against our new regime. You are, of course, welcome to petition the Pendraigs to hear your case, as the city you threaten to starve and deprive of labor is now their concern. Do not, however, expect me to act as an intermediate when you dare speak with such insolence to me over events that were beyond my control. While losing your business may hurt the Enclave, I promise it will not cripple us. If you are fool enough to champion an agenda against us, I promise that you will find Thayan-wrought weapons in the hands of the Legion headsman who sends you to your god. I assure you that this petty trinket will be more than up to the task.

High Arcanist Sandro
Thayan Enclave, Aquor