Belariath

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

---- pssst.... Cleo... I think you are in the wrong thread, you want TORmentors.

If i do that all ill get is spank-happy catgirls showing up :/

A fairy would be sent (probably never to return) to Cleo'thina in answer to the note left in the arena.

Though weakness thrives upon the chosen race of Kirva, not all have changed with the coming to the surface. It is upon such feelings that I wish to seek your combat leasons.

I will try to seek you out during the night for the next few days.

Signed,
Liriel Xolarrin

A single sentence is scribbled quickly and with little care is put at the bottom of the note left.

Come find me

((Is this still open? If not, disregard the rest.))

A second letter is attached below Cleothina's, in scrawled messy writing, is the name "Setan" and beside that, "House Kinslayer", below is "interested to learn more".

I haven't seen Cleo in some months so not really sure.