My dearest serfs,
What is it I hear? More disruptions? More defeat? Why? I feed you well, I pay you handsomely, I spare no expenses on your armaments. And this is how you repay me? I’ll be honest with you – it smacks of ingratitude.
Next time one of you comes across this Coen of Laslea, I expect his head will be chopped cleanly off his body, wrapped in a ribbon, and delivered to my doorstep in a dainty little basket. Then, all shall be forgiven. Otherwise… Need I say more?
Yours,
Boyar Bakir
