Ambrus's Invitation

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Coen of Laslea,

I have had enough of your incessant meddling with my affairs. You are like a louse gnawing at my scalp, causing an unpleasant itch.

I think it is time for resolution. No more of those little bites. That is so unbefitting of a vrakhir, don’t you think?

Come to the top of the hill by Maragir and ring the old bell at night. We shall meet, we shall fight, and one of us shall make that hill his grave.

Stand up for our duel, or others will keep dying for your cowardice. From now on, the blood flowing out here is on your hands.

Boyar Ambrus