Luthyr,

For long have I sat, watching as you spared me, choosing to hunt others,
because of what was once our friendship. You were once, if not noble to
all, noble to me, and a great friend. Both of us served in a war against
Stavenn and its evils, along with other fine men of the North.

The past though, is just that. The past. You are no longer that noble,
honorable man. You are an Assassin, and one who knows only to bring
death.

As an Erege, I am called to be a protectorate of the people, and keep my
citizens from harm, and ultimately death. We of the North do not fear
death, as it is in death that most find their legacy, and purpose. I
doubt that any of what has been occuring in these last few months was
started from a member of Kinsarmar, as your hand as always desired the
blood of others.

While I appreciate your show of 'mercy' upon the city I assist leading,
I tell you now, we do not fear you. Aye, their are wolves in the world,
as well as other animals. The wolf can only run alone so long picking
off the creatures of peace before the wolf is trapped, and finds its
appendages removed.

Consider your future Luthyr. How shall you be remembered? As a man who
fought for his beliefs through means of honor, or a simple thug
utilizing a false veil of purpose.

The choice is yours, I simply wished to offer some words as an old
friend. I shall no longer sit idly as you hurt those I protect, when
next you feel bored enough to unleash your 'wrath.'

Anarion Reopev

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Aequitas, in the year 436 AD.