[Dropped off near the river, Just past the "Border" of lower by a man in red and black, a black skulled helm]

Children of Nature. Your "Artificial" Peace is more alien than the machine you hunt. If you wish a true return to nature, Make your way to the Malarite hunting ground to the north of the human settlement, and leave hide.

{A collection of eyes from the eyeball abberations and two orog trackers' heads are left near the entrance}

Malarite, it would be foolish to assume anything has artificial peace. Even here it is fought for just as in the "true" wilds. If you seek bloodlust then your words will not be received well. I, though not a resident in Mycopolis, have not forgetten the way of the hunt or natural ways. If you wish to exchange words of any nature then I am sure I shall run into at some time within your self proclaimed mines. I am not looking to fight you so try not to make me your prey.

{A small, undecipherable picture is left with the note}