Dear Village of Qurnok,

You are a proud people, and so I write this missive to let you know that my relentless slaughtering of your village is nothing personal. As I point my webbed finger at your citizens and watch their bodies turn pale as they drain of blood, know that it is for a greater cause. Your limp carcasses will be offered to the glorious ivory shrines of Almighty Pandora in celebration of Her eternal glory.

I hope this clears things up. May your faces no longer contort in fear and agony as you pass onto the spirit world--do so in peace knowing your lives had meaning.

You are welcome.

I hope you have access to the news.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 845 AF.