Captain,
My name is Michael, I am a preist of the crying lord. Perhaps you have heard of the charity house I am planning for lower? In any event, I am writting to you about a matter of grave importance.
While I personally do not belive in execution, I am sure you had your reasons for putting Anthany to death, and it is possible that the world is a better place without him. However, I can not overlook the mistreatment of his body, placing his head on a spike instead of giving him a proper burial. The body is meat, yes, a house for the soul but without proper burial the soul will find no rest in the afterlife. If you care not for his soul, think of your own, or for the people of Sanctuary who will be plagued by his spirit.
From the conversation I overheard you have with Loraine, my guess is that my words alone will not change your mind. You do, however, strike me as a man of bussiness. For that reason, I will play the only chip that I have, in hopes that you will come to the right decision. I am a potion brewer, and up until I witnessed this desicration, I was going to offer your organization a steady supply of potions at cost to aid in their defense of the city. At present, I will not do this for your group until this is taken care of. The choice is yours.
I will see that head removed. Now or later, this injustice will not last forever, better for you to take advantage of my offer now before I withdraw it forever. We are on the same side, sir. The house of light will sit not 300 feet from your own building. I do wish for us to start on the right foot. Please, consider my offer.
-Michael Crying God Priest