The following is a copy of a missive sent by Gorga of the Swu'lin Klinast to Mayor Talliver Dabbings on Niiman, Day 19 of the Month Eoantos in the Year 5120. It is preserved as a note of public interest by determination of Clovertooth Councillor Reiphe O'Mallory.

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Talliver Dabbings, Chieftain of Icemule Trace,

Peace upon you. I write seeking your ear in the wake of tonight's attack. Its perpetrator is clear: the blood-drinker who slaughtered my people at Black Shore Hold seeks to end you, and your town, and my people. For more than a moon's passing, we have sought to be your good neighbors. We have enjoyed the kindness of your charity, and for that I am grateful. My people, though, have bristled at beds of fur on the cold earth while you and yours sleep safe behind high walls. I have counseled them to be patient, for I know that we were an unexpected burden.

This evening's assault drives home a truth I have tried to conceal from myself, but cannot hide from my people. We are not safe here. My people are brave fighters with strong arms and fierce hearts, but those are as feeble as a guttering fire when the walking dead can flow over our shoddy palisade like a gnashing tide.

We can move on and wander in search of a home, as I am told your ancestors did. I think there is a better answer, and I think you know what it is.

I ask an audience of you, your circle of little chieftains, and your brave people.

Tonight, I burn our dead.

Boldly yours,

Gorga of the Swu'lin Klinast

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Auchand