We, the chosen of Kurtulmak, wish to live free from scrutiny.

You, the warmbloods, wish our death.

We, the chosen of Kurtulmak, are hunted by every race in these caves.

You, the warmbloods, and everyone else wish our death.

We, the chosen of Kurtulmak, wish to be left alone.

You, the warmbloods, will meet your end by We, the chosen of Kurtulmak, should you chose to murder us in cold blood.

*the note is signed only by a small tooth, neatly tied to the parchment with the sinews of a bat*