-=A message is scribed within the dark hours of night and beset upon each and every enterance of a Dreadslays keep. The parchment is cheap and the words still drying in the morning dew as each is hand placed.. The messangers return to the darkened keep of the wolf.. As gods light covers the land.. The message reads as follows..:=-
Dear "General" Cypress Dreadslay,
First and foremost, I would love to welcome your clan back to this realm.. Tis been many years indeed since I have heard or more yet seen one present..
However, this is where the pleasentrys end.. One of your kin killed one aligned with me.. For this time I shall let this minor action slide.. You had your reasons... However, never underestimate my clan Cypress. You did once. Nae make that mistake again.. Perhaps we can meet and speak.. I do miss our chats... till the morrow then.. I shall wait to speak..
Enchanted..
Ghaleon