[A sending is made by a somber, but very well spoken James]

Citizens of Sanctuary, I am pleased to inform you all, that the lizardmen who destroyed New Dunwarren, and eviscerated the good people there, have been put to the sword. The lives of those they had taken have been in part avenged, and while their deaths did not return the fallen to life, rest sated in the knowing that justice has been served.

Know that they died swiftly and painfully, and in the end, they knew regret. The regret of rousing the wrath of Sanctuary, the regret of daring to raise a hand against our citizens. Their Yuan-Ti bitch leader's eyes widened as she saw her death to the stalwart blades of the Watch.

The Seekers should be thanked as well for their commitment to the city, for locating the lair of these cowardly lizardmen. Without them the Watch would not have been able to lead a contingent there, under the command of myself, and Private Keel.

New Dunwarren has fallen, and the majority of its destroyers now lie decaying in the ground. Grieve, citizens, hear the dirges of the singers, and remember the dead.

In the name of the fallen, Private James William Everard