A letter posted in several places about the Dales

*Reading over a copy of the letter, Hebriolad winces and shakes his head ruefully at another attempt to justify threats and an attack on his person with cries of unrelated persecution. Turning to the empty air beside him, he speaks aloud.*

"She is only concerned with protecting the one who attacked me. Look at her desperately review the facts as told to her by her ankle-kissers anew, as if she had not already known. I knew this was a fool's errand.

*After a brief pause reviewing the letter once more to see if there was any mention of culpability beyond another bland restatement of skewed fact, he sighs meaningfully.

"I cannot believe her temerity, to cast dispersion on her own blood debt with one hand and hide her pup's crimes with the other."

He tosses the paper into the air and turns to the side, once again speaking to a seemingly empty patch of ground with a slyly rhetorical tone.*

"Does she think that grief allows us to act without fear of consequence? Well, ...I suppose we are all about to find out."

*He nods once at the still apparently empty air beside him, then smirks and turns on his heel stalking North out of Shadowdale while the letter, carelessly leaping through the sky swirls over him and away, majestically but without destination*