The Thakrian aim is to divide and conquer Springdale and despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim.
Thakria is now so desparate in their drive to conquer Springdale, they are no longer willing to simply loiter in the Springdale Repositorie waiting for someone or something to kill. They now must find other ways to amuse themselves, such as killing the horsys and puppydogs of those half their size, summoning Animists to Thakria for an easy kill, and planting fake letters in Springdale in an attempt to divide our city.
Desparation has a nasty smell, and that stench is strongest within the borders of Thakria.
Written by my hand on the 19th of Mournsend, in the year 1174.