A public missive is posted in the Avalain square, and sent by courier to Morsgrad.     To the Duke Godric,   Let there be no doubt, you are my enemy. I care nothing for the honeyed words of men in gilded halls, or kept warm in roaring hearthfires. I care not for the reasons of this war, or the half-truths or honest lies that flow as easily as water from men's mouths. I will know you as the man who has taken the greatest of us, and murdered her in cold blood. My cous