The Dark Lord put his cane down as he sat and took to his pen - twirling a small quill between his digits for a moment as he laid a parchment down before him. He began to write, and not much time later the Warmonger would find this missive folded and sent in a regal envelope, sealed within crimson wax.
"To Needle, the 'Warmonger'.
I've not much doubt you are not aware of who I am, but simply consider me - in a lack of a better term, a friend. After first hearing about your people's migration to Almaris, I've had worries that you would be mistreated. Yes, that much is self-evident. You have been mistreated in ways that even I cannot hope to imagine, for your people are treated no doubt like the lesser creatures you resemble. I can sympathize with this, with you. It is excruciating to be seen in such a light. I have heard your plea and will be venturing out to the realm of dwarves to meet with any representative you'd like to bring in three saint days. An ambassador, or your leader. We will discuss peace amongst my people and yours. Something beneficial shall be offered for my Clan and yours; perhaps to talk about trade, politics, or we'll share stories about our respective histories - and I will be there to offer you advice regarding any issues you may have on behalf of the rest of the Descendants.
However, I've also heard your cry for battle, that darkness you seem to harbor so dear to your heart. I wonder if it makes you feel stronger, despite having such a malformed, strange vessel. I will say this with no hint of doubt in my mind; your people will become nothing more than a passing thought, a mere memory, should you decide to go into battle against the Descendants. Making the world your enemy, even if it is for the sake of pride, is a foolish thing.
Do not be persuaded by my words; I will not step forward and command you on what actions you should take for your people, for I personally do not think that is my right. I am a representative of my people as you are yours, and therefore I will not hesitate to act should a drop of their blood be spilt by the tips of your blades. I have delicately studied your people, your ways, your culture. I know who deserves mercy, and who does not. You fail to see the impact your actions and words have on the residents of this land, and I will show you the consequences of such if necessary. I say again. A drop of my people's blood is all it will take for your entire race to be reduced to nothing but the engravings on a wall, a page in a history book, and a stain on Almaris itself.
Let that not be a reason for you not to see me in good light, for that is not a warning to you nor your people - but rather a promise. This is a Descendant's world, allow me to accept you into it with open arms. I look forward to seeing a response from you if possible, and will be riding to your home in three days as per scheduled. Until then, I'll be hoping that you'll see this missive as an invitation to peace.
- Sincerely, Lord Dark Dael of Edenia."