To The Warm Light Of The West, My Lairunya,

Bards sing of your accomplishments across the Elven Lands, although in sour tone, and so to you I raise my hands. Your brothers and sisters are passing from this space, more quickly now than ever, and when they go they also see your face.

I write in warning to a friend misguided, to an honorable man who buries his pride and honor in professional accomplishment. But that accomplishment could bring your siblings safety. Have you raised a word, defending the slaughter of their mind, body and innocence? Desperate times may bring us together again. Please consider Our future. We have encountered a woman seeking a Sulisil Gulceleb. We do not know if she be friend or foe, but be forewarned.

Your Estranged Elven Comrade,

Tarciryian Owafar