"O' fer feck's sake. . ." Muttered a seafaring Irongrinder as he read the missive, a sigh being exhaled from the beared maw of Dumac as he went back to sailing the high seas.
From within the depths of some ruined fortress did a horned being read that warning, empyrean hues scanning over it with interest. Wordlessly was that missive put to the side as the creature began to write.
A drunken Adrian glanced at the missive within the depths of some tavern, letting out a hiccup for a response in his stupor as he continued to drink a copious amount of alcohol.
Razgor of Akaal read the missive, stygian brow creasing at the title. He glanced at it from within San'Kathun, inside his tower. "Dah zkah." He uttered, the orc going silent after.
Robert looks back at Nehtamo, letting out a sigh to the elf. "Indeed, my friend." Uttered he with a melancholic voice, the man letting out a yawn as the day was won.
An orc's fiery eyes glanced at the missive sent out by Borok. "KAAL AKAAL!" He cheered in the tavern of the orcish GOI, setting down the missive in place of some alcohol.
A man gazed 'pon the missive, a smirk starting to form on that raev's marred face. "Finally." He uttered, taking a sip of a sanguine tinted wine. "I got to see this." Said the armorclad Barrow, beginning to mark the date.