Deliver this message to that oaf Mros with my... compliments. I should warn you though that if you thought I was bad then he's ten times worse, and smellier. I feel sorry for you, having to deal with that blob. I believe the lardball lurks as far westwards from me as is possible to lurk. We've finshed dividing the loot, so they'll have lowered the ladder over there.

Whats this? A message from that piece of filth Warblik? I'm surprised that scarecrow can write!