[Trist]

Multiple copies of a letter of warning find themselves to the most well-known denizens of the Dreadwoods.

Return to us our youngest of dragons, and the body of your own kind will be returned as well.
Should these demands not be met, the Ebonblooded will see to it that Alzyz Vartuul is taken back by force
and the corpse in our possession will instead be hung naked near the path which leads up and down Mount
Tarian - to serve as a reminder to all of our enemies what'll be done to them, too, one day. You pathetic creatures
and outcasts won't ever live to freely roam from the woods you hide within, regardless of whether our terms
are accepted or not, but... As long as our own is returned, you'll be given a bit more time to stare at the
outside world from behind the cracks of your hideaway.

- Meraxes of the Ebonblooded