To Claudia Marque, Merchant of Estellia and Commander of the Marque Trade Consortium,

Your actions in the Trial-Woods grow ever more reckless, and I find myself compelled to remind you that the Summer Court does not suffer the destruction of its legacies lightly. While our agreement has granted you the services of my Hunters, it was not an open license for indiscriminate devastation. You seek to burn the forest, to raze it for your own ends, but I warn you—if your flames consume the sacred Elven sites hidden within these woods, you shall find yourself not merely abandoned but opposed.

We of the Summer Court walk this plane with purpose, and our presence here is not solely for your benefit. The Trial-Woods bear the echoes of my kin’s past, and I will not stand idly by while you reduce them to cinders in your pursuit of profit. If you do not exercise restraint, if your fires scorch what is ours, I will withdraw my Hunters at once, and you will stand alone in your struggle against Blackthorn and the beasts of the swamp.

Worse still, your name may reach the ears of the Court itself, and know this—our Lords and Ladies are not as patient as I. They will not entertain excuses or apologies. They will not negotiate. They will act, and you will know firsthand the folly of drawing the wrath of the Summer Court. Trade may be your currency, Claudia Marque, but we deal in fate, and fate is rarely kind to those who scorn our warnings.

Consider this your only caution. Temper your destruction, or find yourself standing amid the ashes, without allies and without mercy.

Sir Faelric Dawnshade
Champion of the Summer Court, Bearer of the Gilded Antlers