To the citizen's of this broken slave shanty.

[The note is written in thin and overly cursive writing, bordered by snowflake's trailing up and down the notes side]

The fires that blaze so openly here give me ever the headache. Your inns and your very city alight with flames that make me dwell in discomfort. Your stupidity and otherwise idiotic behavior in general throw your town in the sight of the Icedawn, and while my power wanes here, I assure you servants of the frostmaiden will and shall be found if the situation is not rectified in time. To blatantly ignore Auril's existence by not beseeching her in a manner most approving irks on her wrath, as well as mine. Fire is not the only light source available, and the Drow among other's are viewed better in her eyes than those that dwell here for this very reason.

I may just be a stupid little girl, sticking true to my God, my life and the meaning to which both hold. But I assure you, yes we are far from the Frozen plains of the North, but her fickle touch will be relentless and fatal if such foolishness continues.

See fit to stamp out and Extinguish all flames, cry out Auril's name with the passing of any breeze, and revere the Cold Goddess with all your soul. I fear for you safety if you refuse.

I reside in the Wet caves, any who seek me harm come and meet your end there. Any who seek words, see fit to revel in my radiance.

Caution: The area is hardly A friendly environment.

By she who is most blessed