Dear Kairn Duskfall,

I must admit I was very surprised that it was you waiting outside Thomas' Inn like some common or garden mugger. I knew, of course, that your name had been mentioned alongside those of the rebels, but I had chosen to imagine that you were doing so from some misguided sense of supporting the underdog. I had no idea you had lowered yourself to the waylaying of your once friends, like myself.

I know you have in the past pitched yourself as something of a mercenary. If it is wealth you seek, trust me when I say I do not have it. If there are riches somewhere deep inside the Spellguard Tower, they did not see fit to grant them to me.

Still, murdering citizens in the name of some extremely loose political ideal seems to be the order of the day, so I suppose I will have to Lower myself to that level. I have often watched you with other rebels, and your position among them was enough for me to hold off assault, thinking that the work we did together counted for something. No more will this be, as you did not ask for quarter, nor will I. If we meet again upon the road I will treat you as any other common criminal.

Jacia Lyonaley.

You are mistaken about many things. I'm not a rebel, though I'm glad they won. I much prefer them over a regime that deals with illithids and experiments on its own citizens. Your wealth, or lack of wealth, is immaterial. What does matter to me is that as things stand now, you are a Spellguard and share in the sins of your organization until proven otherwise. Turn yourself in, abandon whatever tattered and fading prestige being in the Spellguard grants you, and save yourself.

Otherwise, every hand will be against you, and you will fall.

-Kairn