Child Centurion,

Despite committing grave crimes against the entirety of Sapience, you and your people whine about the unfairness of the situation you yourselves chose. Chose, mind you. While attempting to instill fear into the hearts of my men, you scribe posts of a 'blood price', acknowledging your own futility in opposition- pleading with us, attempting to lessen the challenged poised in your disfavor.

This month was a small demonstration with a very small force. Rot in crossroads, the bank we destroyed, adjacent of the guardian we slew without the help of Tsol'teth. Cower, and shiver. Grow fearful of the day we arrive in full force, unabated by our own self control.

If you truly wish to bring my full wrath about, I will gladly show you how many more corpses of guards and adventurers we can stack next to those already bloodied and decapitated.

Penned in the blood of your constables,
A. Blackstone.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Phaestian, in the year 801 AF.