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In regards to all of those who have sought to deliver letters in hopes of swaying my resolve, it is a shame how swiftly they have burnt to ash within my fireplace. Perhaps if you would do me the kindness of sending a cart's worth, I may remain warm throughout the winter.
To the self-acclaimed legionnaire, Theodosius, you presume wrong of my intentions and do yourself far too much flattery. Perhaps it is that same attitude that inspired you to crown yourself. I have never thought once to waste my effort with "war." Your lands offer no value to me, and I have even less interest in butchering your people and those of who would stand alongside of you. I hunger only for worthwhile battle, not a southern craven gallivanting to his own execution. This proposed strife that you have conjured would leave me with nothing more than the sour taste of snatching a plaything from a child.
And so I reiterate to you: ride alone and surrender yourself to the gates of Oren and submit yourself to my mercy, or we shall forcefully capture you with less clemency. I will remind you that your carelessness and inability to defend what is yours has resulted in my wife's injury, and so I will hear your apology and your regret. I am extending you my generosity in providing you the opportunity to present yourself without struggle, and perhaps I will be more forgiving if you are to accept it. I will allow you the choice of whether this is to result in "war." If such is your decision, it shall be so. Would you truly gamble the lives of so many rather than embrace the consequences of your own doing?
Bargain allies to you and rally men if you must. Do ensure that the sound of your horn is deafening enough to echo above the death cries of men as the result of your own selfish cowardice. If you are to bring "war," I ask only of you to have the necessary plots for graves prepared.
And do not mistake me again, Theodosius. They will be for your men.
I await your selection.
- Duke Westmay.
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