Note found on the corpse of a House Dres slaver

Keep sending them. Add more guards. Every one of them will fall to the mud, throat cut and left to rot. We knew the Pact wouldn’t stop you slaver scum, that you’d try to find ways around the law. If you can find them, so can we. This swamp is my home, but it is far from your dryskin comforts, and you are weak here. We invite you to continue, to keep capturing our egg-brethren and keep sending your caravans. We will end your slave trade one cartfull at a time if we have to.