Scion Toboerski,

Your request for divine wands has been noted. These powerful instruments I can craft, a boon granted by the Black Lord, Bane Almighty. I create the rods for his servants, and his servants only. Should your prayers before meals go to him, in thanks that he has spared your life so that you can enjoy the fare, you can hope to wield one.

Leave note for me with Cyrus if that is the case. If not, then perhaps the blood we share as noble men may grant you a last, final chance to succumb to the Holy Tyrant before I claim this peasant's abode in his glorious name.

*signed* Imperator Avoun Priest of the Black Fist

The thanks I offer Bane is for the appreciation in which he crushes fools who think they have the right to command or order me rather than simply give me the things I desire. Name a price for your wands and it will be paid.

Scion Dungal Toboerski

Scion,

It is the right of the strong to order the weak about however they see fit. This is a thing you shall come to learn soon, either by your own personal insight, or in a much more blunt fashion.

The fact of the matter is that I have something you want, yet I also have conditions, which have been stated. Your insolent response brooks no favour on my part and thus you shall yet remain in need of the things you desire.

Should you ever be graced with the insight to realise the Black Tyrant crushes all who do not serve him in fear under his heel, then I shall deign to exchange words with you. Until then, know that if you ever stand in my path, you will be made a sacrificial commodity.

*signed* Imperator Avoun Priest of the Black Fist

By all means, feel free to visit my home. I'll enjoy watching the dogs be set upon you. If you're strong enough to survive them at least, I'll give some credence to your power and that of your god. I have no faith in anyone who can issue threats without a demonstration of the strength to back them up.

If you're god is as powerful as he claims, I have a chest of gold waiting for you to take it from my kennel. When you claim it, I'll count myself impressed.

If you issue another threat to me though, no matter how veiled. I trust it will go poorly for you. I have no patience for powerful men who reside in the seediest inns of the town. If you can match my challenge, we can speak.

Scion Dungal Toboerski

Scion,

Dogs? I have killed men in their hundreds, every soul taken in the name of the Black Lord. The ability to do so is benediction.

Your invitation for me to enter your estate and slay your petty guard dogs, then relieve your chest of its gold, is one I shall partake in. When you meet me afterward, you shall bow down before the might of the Holy Tyrant and swear service to his name or I shall cancel you.

Avoun.