An offer.

You truly do have the audacity to rob my city and subsequently complain about the vengeance I am enacting upon you for doing so.

Thus, I come to you with an offer:

This torture will stop, on one condition - that you return no less than half of the commodities that you acquired as a Mercinaen citizen. If you decline, it resumes, until such time you grow into the ability to fend it off.

Watching, Waiting,

--Salvador, Truemystic

Written by my hand on the 14th of Ilmarael, in the year 1244.