Dear self proclaimed Heroes that have sworn to rip my head off, As someone knows and will tell you anyways, I thought I bring you the news myself: You will certainly all be very happy that I, Jandor Oridar, Lord Cold of Auril am not as dead as you think. You will be less happy to hear that there are no accusations against me, so think about one thing before you try something stupid: If you get hurt while attacking me, it is not me who did something criminal. I hope you enjoyed the summer. Remember it well. Winter has returned.
Garistan takes the note off the board after reading it and mutters an incantation. The tempreture of his hand increases and the note catches fire and burns to ash. Garistan drops the ashes to the floor.