Do not return to Dunendar Hall uninvited. You will be treated as a trespasser and paid in kind for your arrogance. The threat of your kinsman's anger will not stay our arms, and only respect for Sanctuary's laws and our honor held them in check this time.

Our Elders will decide whether or not they want to see, let alone speak to you. You will have to deal with your own problems if this does not fall within your schedule.

~Ronus Razenhaur, Barakalagh of Clan Mithrilsoul.

In what looks to be a Zhurkpaper letter wrapped around a rock, is thrown at the entrance to Dunder Hall. It smells faintly of poison.

Honor is that which is gifted to you by others, not by what you think yourselves. For your arrogance and threats, to my offer of peace, your Elders now have a day to respond. A foolish soldier is one who damns his own legion over issues of pride.I trust your Elder's wisdom is far greater than your own.

If they do not grant me this meeting and offer of peace, Tales will be written far and wide of Ronus Razenhaur, and how it was he alone who brought death to his clan, over petty insults hoping to justify the thickness of his beard. Children will mourn the day you were born, resulting in the deaths of many great dwarven heroes of Sanctuary and any Shield Dwarf in underdark will fear "Pulling a Ronus".

I eagerly await hearing word of the meeting, so that I can speak to a wisened old beard, rather than young upstarts who have only killed Duergar who were mindless slavers.

K. Mur

Shortly after the rock thuds in the hall, the sound of it being dumped into the garbage can be heard. Apparently, no one was interested in what the Duergar wrote in response.

Curious as to the noise, the duergar looks around briefly. Confused as to what it sounds like to hear something small dumped into a trash bin, he shrugs briefly before continuing on his way, whistling a Duergar war hymn called "Nine more beards and I've got myself a Shield Dwarf scarf"