This little missive seems to have been scribed upon what would appear to be the back of a report regarding the postulated mating habits of Beholder's. The flow of the writing is quite obviously erratic and, at times, it would appear that strange blue colored liquids have stained parts of the letter
Cyrus,
Of course I see it now! I see the truth. Is it Phandiates, or Intryzz, or is it the child as I fear?
...Of course you can't tell me, can you? You're a thrall. Under their control. . It explains why you resisted us! Why we could not find the pregnant carrier in your basement. The aberrant creature was born and took what remained of your free will from you.
The rest of this is meant for your master! He must see through your eyes now of course. He is puppet master of your den of thralls.
I know what your plan is. I know. Aversion to the surface. So many thralls, so far out of reach.
...The children are just the start. Test subjects. Sanctuary a testing ground.
You'll use them to take the city, slowly. They share a link with you, and in turn their own powers of mental domination. They can tread where you can't! I see what it is. I see.
I will find you, aberrant. I will burn your puppets in Lower if they try to stop me, but I will find you. They will find release, one way or another. You won't succeed. And if I fail then I'll snuff out every life in Sanctuary before I let you present them to your kind as proof of your success.
-Kanaut