To SEPTIMUS, the pitiful necromancer
Your squawking demands for bones have be heard and promptly dismissed as the obsession of an irrelevant fool. Most, if not all, of the bones that have been delivered to you by your 'minions' are a farce - nothing but lipstick on a twice killed pig.
Furthermore, your threats upon my life are deeply amusing. Should you care to display some shred of relevancy, you may find me to the west of Vallaki.
Ever so sincerely,
Quarion Draal
((Within the span of a few hours, this penned notice is distributed all across Western Barovia))
