To those who pry where they should not,

I am the Son of Gith. I would write this in Tursu, as is proper, but necessity forces me to use this crude script instead.

The Bald One—this human called G.—and I have come to an accord. He has granted me the means to restore my longsword, a power I will claim in exchange for assisting him in disrupting the workings of this house. His motives are his own. I have no interest in his desires, nor in the chaos he seeks to sow. I walk my own path. When my task is done, I shall return to my plane, my honor restored through the hardness of my yoke.

The Bald One is not merely a man. He is something more—one steeped in dark divine power, a thing that thrives in shadow yet stands in plain sight, unseen by those who lack the wisdom to look.

Through him, I have forged an alliance with a self-proclaimed Bugbear King. He is a creature of ambition, but ambition is easily manipulated. His army was once whole, but I have seen it divided into three, each set against the other. Let them struggle; their infighting serves my purpose well.

The Bald One seeks disruption on the human settlement. I do not. My will is my own.

-Kithrak’Nezznar, Son of Gith -G.