I care not for your whore Queen nor for your pathetic Onderon. Deliver to me the viper in your midst Dalamar. Lure him out and I will reward you with 30 piece's of silver a price well suited for betrayal. I know it is the work that is important to you and not the money but it amuses a sense of irony in me to do so. Threats are weak and inconsequential. I will have my REVENGE!! The only question is who will be left when I am through. If the throne is your desire give them both into my hand the Queen and DeSang and I will leave you to it 'Prime Minister'. -- LEGION

The letter sat on Salem's desk. It had arrived rather mysteriously that morning, and had been the focus of the Prime Minister's attention for some time since. He frowned very slightly, and activated his communications unit, opening a channel.

“Please send for the Princess Razielle. Have her join me in my study,” said Ave. He sat back in his chair, and nudged the letter close once more, eyes roving over the spidery scrawl with a musing curiosity.