written upon a simple parchment in the Arena with a distuinguishbly elven writing lacking the delicate touch of an elf
To all whom may inquire,
I havent walked through far away lands to return, and upon my arrival I have found weakness upon the rightful heir's of the top of the pyramid of this wretched society. Moriel's names have been drug through dirt as kin become willing slaves and humiliated as they are cut down due to their own pathetic inability.
Due to this - all of it - I have decided to offer classes in the use of hand to hand, bow, thrown weapons, clubs, and most importantly, the blade along with the meat and wine of all moriel meals of conquest - battle conditioning as it should be.
All this lies in grasp of any moriel finding themselves worthy. For all the rest who simply wear dark kin flesh upon High elven meat and heart, do not try my patience. This training is reserves for those who know of the moriel right of dominance.
Signed,
Cleo'thina