Felix Weiss read the missive as he sipped his morning coffee. A smirk appeared on his lips, as he could practically feel the anger from the owl.
He penned his own missive.
"To the fatherless and maidenless false-god, House Weiss has lost an eye, but such is the nature of war.
If you think that the loss of my eye pains me so, then you have underestimated your enemy before our battle has began, and you shall pay for that ten times over.
Perhaps we will have you for our Tuvmas feast.
Afterall, the role of a plucked chicken has always suited you best."
-Your superior and eternal adversary, Felix.