Nagorain reads the missive as he chuckles"we got a live on har har har"wondering what else is new, he'd notice a flower as he plucked it from the soil near his garden sniffing it before feeding it to his cows.
Nagorain Emberhorn would put on his helmet as he'd burry the hatchet against the tree of his chosing, he declared war as clan lord of his clan all his members would not remove their helmets untill the Empire is defeated or die trying. "TUMUN-ZAHAR! NARVOK OZ GLOIN, NARVOK OZ HODFAIR! NARVOK OZ URGUAN! ARRRRUUUUUUUUU!"