Eliad, knowing of the events that would soon unfold for his people, sighed softly as he watched his messenger bird carry his letter. Even though he decided to walk in his mother's footsteps, his heart did go out in sympathy towards those that did not want to fight there, to those who did not want to serve under evil. He prayed to whatever god or Valar or whatever people may call them that this would go well, that this would not be something that would cost his very existence, and even the existence of the Free People.
The letter had been written in Black Speech as a sign of formality, stamped with wax as well.
Men that is working for the Iron Crown,
This is Young Lord Eliad. This letter is not just a letter alone, but an order. Many of you have been sent to fight against the Rangers. Some of you are dedicated to this assignment, I know. However, this is not for you. For those of you that did not want to fight, for those of you who did not want to be there, this is an order of your dismissal. Captains of those men, if they do not wish to be there and wish to leave, let them. That is my order to you. If you do not let them go, then I will give punishment.
Again, to those who wish to leave, leave. Though, do not go back to the land from whence you came. Wear different garbs and don the title of refugees. Go to any other place, perhaps further than Bree, anywhere. Be happy. If you should ever pass by here, be careful. As for your allegiance, if you should leave due to not wanting to serve the Iron Crown, to serve evil, I order you to not go down that path again. Whether your allegiance should be neutral, or to the Free People, or hell, even to me, I would not care otherwise as long as it is not evil. No... It is not just an order but as a request. For if I hear even one ounce of information that any of you should do works of evil, then I will personally give punishment.
That is all for this order. To those that leave, I wish you the best of luck and utmost happiness. Be safe for there will be others that will try to hunt you. If you should have questions during your travels, send me a letter.
Sincerely,
Young Lord Eliad
