Dearest Mindry do you recall the time
When I sat outside your door and this I spied:
You spoke to Sir Rakon of plans to convert.
Your distaste with Cyrene, oh it was so overt.

Remember the hesitation when I gave my demands?
but after a short while you were passive to my commands.
Betraying your City and even your House,
but you were just a pawn, such a cute little mouse.

When you lead me into the Estate that day,
When you realised what you'd done, a look of dismay.
You called out for help and you attempted to slay,
but you were much to slow, I was already away.

The aftermath of this event you ask, could that be heard?
Well, the citizen's defended her each and every ill word.
So if you wish to plead of your City's excellent taste
Perhaps examine their ignorance when they've been disgraced.

Cordially yours,
Rolo Op'Shae

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Mayan, in the year 574 AF.