Hannas Offarus looks over the missive, reading it intently, and grumbling at nearly each sentence. After looking over his notebook about the different papers the missive mentions, he sits in a still, quiet rage. "The MRA need to be stopped, one way or another." he says as he sets the papers and notebook aside, picking up his sword and sharping the edge slowly. "Canonist be damned, if any of them openly support the MRA, they are no better."