Most respected warriors,

I wish to know the ways of your people, and their beliefs. I tire of people bringing harm to what has become my home, Mycopolis.

Atreus Stormstrike

[Resent]

With the death of their last literate member The Tribe stares at the note containing such strange scribblings for several moments before returning to their drinking and feasting

After a night of great feasting and imbibing of the sacred ales within their kegs, the letter becomes thoroughly soaked and stained by vomit and grease.