Ruathar crumbled up the piece of paper as the invitation inevitably reached him at a roadside tavern, delivered by some witless sycophant most likely employed by the Loa'chil regime. He would toss it into a fireplace, once he found a place to settle down for the night, far into the wilderness.
"Can one request these dark brothers exact revenge on the 'kinsmen' of Nor'asath." A disgruntled Indoren would murmur to no one in particular. Making a silent prayer to Kor and Shezept for the swift delivery of his former 'friends' to Stargush'stroh.
"Another folly made by the government of Celia'nor? What a shock!" Ruathar Indoren feigned a surprise as the news would find him. "Never pay a company that have never won a war."
"Do we really need more proof that the 'great' state of Malin'or does not have the best in mind for its people? We deserve all that may come our way." Ruathar Indoren stated, careless of who might even overhear this discontent with the current leadership of Mali.
"Perhaps we truly are the oppressor, and what led us to this point is a disgrace to Malin. We would be better off as independent principalities."
Ruathar Indoren would ponder on this as he planned ahead for his own future, a plan forming in his mind.
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"This does not bode well for the growth of the Mali'ker as a culture. Yet again our leaders overrule the will of its people. This is a sad day for our kin. Now the wolves will come to our door as they have done in the past, a strong Elven center is not something that the valah will tolerate."
Ruathar grumbled a quiet curse of the Loa'Chil for enthrusting this on them.