*Written in very while heavily pressing quill, indicating the writer might have been rather passionate about what he writes. There is also quite a lot of ink dots all over the letter, and size of the lettering varries.*
I am Xylt, the one purified by the flame of Kossuth.
I have little patience for politics, however voice of Kossuth must be heard. The flames who came before thou have been silenced. The councillor who spoke of flame was murdered and priest who walked with fire has vanished.
However situation is not dire, Kossuth hears us here, let his flame enlighten this city. But remember this, there art those whom doth not see the light of Kossuth and wish to drown us to dark. Bring them flame... bring them light! Let their weak flesh be blessed by Kossuth's flame!
Xylt