The spellguard are not welcome. Do not force me to more extreme measures after subduing two of you.

Moss.

[A note is purposefully left a few feet into the mine entrance, as if a Spellguard wandered in, twirled about in his long, flowey robes, out of mocking spite, and then dropped off the note]

Moss,

You waylaid two men ranking Associate Private Second Class.

Hardly men of the Order.

Congratulations, You've barely bested two of our lowest ranked foot-soldiers.

How very Malarite of you, to prey on the weak, rather than the strong.

A small note is tacked on under it.

It was only one sir. He took Malarco by surprise. My feet never left the ground, sir.

Associate Illario Dentra