Pentarch Khorb,
The harrowstorm at Kilkreath met with unexpected resistance. Our enemies have taken notice of our movements and seek to expose our plans. They are meddlesome, but few in number.
Deprive them of their sympathetic ear at court and we may pluck two thorns from our side in one simple stroke.
The coven has lost a beloved sister and they cry for vengeance. Indulge them, my brother.
R
