[Two formal letters, drafted, and delivered to a scribe for to be transcribed..]

[TheShadow]

[Two letters are writ in a shaky hand. They're fortunately rather free of most spelling errors, though the grammar can use some work. They vary wildly in tone, clearly displaying some political sense, though whether they're on their mark for each ambassador is yet to be seen. They're assigned to one 'Deputy Chief Scribe Aaisha']

Esteemed Ambassador,

Where I'm from, a guest is greeted as a friend, and offered drink and food aplenty. They say its poor form to retire to rest before all of your guests have had their fill - And so, I'd wager I owe you as many drinks as you can handle in a sitting. Want to find that limit?

Still, I have more duties than being a good host. Reckon I've got a formal request to you, on behalf of Ephia's Well. We're marching to a battle like few others in recent history. Four armies are to fight, and we're looking for an edge - Baublium specifically. Nice, shiny blue stone that's got magic all through it.

We'd hear your terms for however much you have, if you have any at all to spare. Trade, favors, you name it, and we'll talk.

I'll be waiting for an answer -

Prelate & Magistrate Amenya Graen, Waterbearer of B'aara.

Esteemed Ambassador,

I write to you now on behalf of the Mother, and Ephia's Well.

We march to war, to protect the innocent and the Sultan's lands from an encroaching threat.

Three armies are set to face us - A sibilant force, a warhost of the Thousand Clans, and the scattered remnant of Orentid origin.

We of Ephia's Well prepare judiciously for this War, and as such, we have a request for the Charity of Baz'eel. We have need for Baublium. As much as may be spared.

The Mother teaches mercy to the downtrodden, the weak, and innocent. We of Ephia's Well aspire to adopt these teachings, risking everything for the sake of scattered refugees who'd be doomed to death and slavery elsewise.

Your demonstration of these values, however, could very well shift the minds of many of these very same Refugees to align with that of Mother Baz'eel.

Should you wish a more private meeting to discuss the details, I am at your leisure.

Prelate & Magistrate Amenya Graen, Waterbearer.

[AsheandCinders]

[The letters are sent back, rewritten in a more formal hand with a few minor edits. Notes are attached to each one.]

Esteemed Ambassador,

Where I'm from, a guest is greeted as a friend, and offered drink and food aplenty. They say its poor form to retire to rest before all of your guests have had their fill - And so, I'd wager I owe you as many drinks as you can handle in a sitting. Want to find that limit?

Still, I have more duties than being a good host. Reckon I've got a formal request for you, on behalf of Ephia's Well. We're marching to a battle like few others in recent history. Four armies are to fight, and we're looking for an edge - Baublium specifically. Nice, shiny blue stone that's got magic all through it.

We'd hear your terms for however much you have, if you have any at all to spare.

I'll be waiting for an answer -

Prelate & Magistrate Amenya Graen, Waterbearer of B'aara.

I've removed the section suggesting Trade, Favours, or Naming his terms. When in Negotiations, never seem so desperate and never reveal so much so early. Otherwise, a crass effort perfectly suited for the people of Frostport.

Most Esteemed Representative of our Holy Sultan, Osman VI Maribid

I write to you now on behalf of the Mother, and Ephia's Well.

We march to war, to protect the innocent and the Sultan's lands from an encroaching threat.

Three armies are set to face us - A sibilant force, a warhost of the Thousand Clans, and the scattered remnant of Orentid origin.

We of Ephia's Well prepare judiciously for this War, and as such, we have a request for the Charity of Baz'eel. We have need for Baublium. As much as may be spared.

The Mother teaches mercy to the downtrodden, the weak, and innocent. We of Ephia's Well aspire to adopt these teachings, risking everything for the sake of scattered refugees who'd be doomed to death and slavery elsewise.

Your demonstration of these values, however, could very well shift the minds of many of these very same Refugees to align with that of Mother Baz'eel.

Should you wish a more private meeting to discuss the details, I am at your leisure.

Prelate & Magistrate Amenya Graen, Waterbearer.

I have re-addressed this to a more proper Recepient, but left it mostly unchanged. Your writing adds a level of humbleness and humility that may go a way with your request for the Charity of Baz'eel. Leave the more formal efforts to whichever Legate carries this letter for you.

Regards
Deputy Chief Scribe al-Samar
Official of the Sublime Bank
Scribe of the Sublime Garden