Dear Eveline Schofield; Countess of Lilydale,
My name is Mortificer Mhòrdha; my title: Marquis; my march: Witchmount; my lands: Arathi.
First at hand, I wish to congratulate you on the birth of your daughter; I wish her naught but many hale and healthy years. But as you are surely aware: ours is a ruthless world; we must be ruthless to survive in it.
The Burning Legion has been vanquished, perhaps forever. It was not without cost, and now Azeroth thrashes and bleeds. The Horde cannot be trusted: peace is untenable so long as the Witch-Queen plots from her cold throne.
It is my belief that War looms on the horizon, crackling and spiteful. Arathi is a broken land: once the center of the human world, and now reduced to a vassal state infested with Trolls and under siege from the Forsaken.
I seek to discuss terms of an alliance with you, for we stand stronger against the storm when we are united rather than shattered. Your county’s proximity to Stromgarde puts it at great risk if my suspicions become confirmed.
It is my wish that this message finds you in good health, and my hope that you are able to pen a swift reply due to the gravity of the matters at hand.
Sincere Regards,
Mortificer Mhòrdha; Marquis of Witchmount
( @eve-schofield )