An Aheral sat atop his lavish manor within the Silver City, somehow, he would get his hands on the missive.
"Hah-" He laughed "Not a single nation came to their aide? I must send this to Norland, apparently, they do not exist now however, as apparently not a single nation came to their aide." Then, he would rip the missive apart and would throw it into a firepit. "good fuel for the fire, however." He would say to no one in particular.