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To the most gracious Geminitay of Elven Land, the fairest and most sapient of queens:
It hath come to my notice that the bonds between our two realms hath, with each passing dawn, perchance withered. I wot well that these plights hath vexed thy heart; wherefore, I humbly offer a treaty unto thee. Rather than take up arms against each other and suffer the needless loss of our noble people, let us instead mend our partnership.
Thou art perchance aware that the Princess of our neighbors, the Avians, hath been cruelly spirited away and bound within a tower at the world’s edge. As a token of our bond, let us dispatch our mightiest warriors to deliver the caged fowl. I have dispatched the Pale Guardian and his company to thy gates to join with thy champion, the Elven High Knight, in the noble quest.
I doubt not that these champions shall find accord, nor shall they falter in their quest; yet, if thy knight returneth from this journey without the Pale Guardian at this side, then shall we not stay our hand from taking up arms against thee. And I look no less for a challenge from thine own hand, should our own knight return solitary.
With the highest honor and the most profound regard,
The Red King of the Wild Lands.