EDMUND,
THOU STAND ACCUSED OF CRIMES - THOU HAST WRONGED THE EPHIAN PEOPLES BY YOUR ACTIONS.
THEE ART SUMMONED TO THE TEMPLE OF THE VIGILANTE - IN THE CREEP.
EXPLAIN THYSELF TO URAZZIR, OUR MASTER, OUR SPOKE.
WE WILL DISCUSS THE STATE OF YOUR SOUL.
KNOCK THRICE.
HIS GAZE 'PON YOU,
THE MAKHYOONS
A now richer vagrant is sent as courier with a simple note, left for the 'Makhyoons' in the Creep.
Keep thy Old Curse from my ear. The Living Brother is who judges.
You and your dogs are but hounds itching for blood, with the pretense of justice.
'Wroth'.
Regards,
Edmund Lothere
THY ANSWER PREDICTABLE. YET WE HELD HOPE.
IT IS COMMON FOR THE SINFUL TO WANT TO HIDE.
THY CRIMES AREN'T SO GRAVE TO WARRANT SHEDDING OF BLOOD.
THY ANSWER BEARS MALICE.
WHAT MORE HAVE THEE DONE?
WHAT IS THE COLOR OF THY SOUL?
REPENTANCE IS AVAILABLE TO THEE EDMUND LOTHERE.
MAKHYOON YAAWAR AL-KHALHID