[!] Sent across the realms in the claws of a near storm of automatonic birds and other creatures is a missive of black parchment and golden ink. The telltale sign of The Lord of Avarice stamped against the bottom of each page. The pages would fall over the Grand Kingdom, a message for all Khazadmar.[!]
"Ive heard much word of late, from my many ears across the world, of some grand and terrible tragedy that has befallen the family I have not been close with in decades. My mechanical heart aches with a sorrow untold, and yet it is coupled by my fury, my outrage at what has befallen my people's name. To know that I am implicated in the most heinous act of kinslay, while I sit and try to grieve. As I sit here with my son, in one of my many homes, having to fear whether or not I am next, due to my name alone. I have reached out to my Uncle, and to the King when the bounty first reached my ears, and yet I have been given no word. No...only a death sentence with a paltry sum of coin attached to it. Perhaps I am easily cast aside for past grievances and crimes done, for which I have served time for and faced the punishments of. I know not what tagum has infested Torsun, or the rest of the kingdom, for my name to be so flagrantly drug through the blood and mud, but mark me. I will not be threatened, I will find my brother, I will find Torsun, and I will do what must be done. I beseech that any seeking to know what I DO know of Torsun to send me a bird post haste, so that I might cooperate with the magistrate and laws of our people, instead of living in fear for the care of my son, and what remains of my family. Did I not fear for what I have to leave behind, I would simply go to the kingdom, but I am wanted dead, implicated without a chance to even speak. I return to my grieving, and to my writing, to plan out the funerals for those lost. I am, and always will be, and always have been, Rylanor Goldhand."