Sir Melrick,

I trust you recall the words you shed in my direction so carelessly. I also expect this letter finds you in good enough health to handle the steel you so blindly carry. Your words have slighted and insulted me in the face of those I fought beside against your own traitorous and cowardly comrade.

You may issue a sincere public apology for your insolence, or you may answer me as true sworn man with steel in the arena. Should you answer me with only more foolishness I will have no choice but to make your cowardice public.

Signed,

Sir Mormont Baelister

[Melrick picks up the note and then his eyes immediately fall upon the name. Without reading it, he chuckles slightly and then mutters, "annoying little kobold." He carries the letter up to his room where he promptly places it under a large stack of papers. He leans back and smiles somewhat smugly before saying, "I'll reply to the peasants of the city when I find the time."]