Lyn

When you came crawling on your knees, wanting a truce, you said "name
your price". I asked you if you were tired of dying yet. You must
realize that seeing your blood shed brings out the evil in me as it acts
very similar to how an aphrodisiac would-making me squirm with delight,
wanting, no-demanding more! Name my price? for what? for this end? A
price to have me call him off?

After thinking about your request, and knowing that there could never be
a pricetag to undo betrayal or treachery, I put my merchant's greed
aside and requested one thing from you. "A suitable public post".
Perhaps you misunderstood me when I said "suitable". Next time, I'll
simply say "believable". The Merchants of the Crown are not falling for
your lies again, no matter how many crocodile tears you have, and as I
cannot speak for the City of Hashan, I have heard from enough citizens
to know that they are not believing you either.

It is with painful experience that I say this to you. Your post was not
'suitable', and my 'price' is still unmet. Therefore, I will not call
him off, but will instead continue to allow my innermost evil desires to
bask in your deaths.

Raynin Vallah
Overseer of Prosperity

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 411 AF.