We were supposed to welcome the messenger two nights ago, but he's not arrived yet.
Are we still taking bets on the decree he's got for us? I'm guessing it's instructions on punishing delinquents. Perhaps the exact measurements of what diameter the sharpened sticks used for prodding prisoners ought to have.

Well, we might never find out. I've got this feeling that the harsh winds of the summits were too much for what I imagine to be a scrawny little courier. Maybe the lads from the Veilwater Basin just don't have it in them. They're way too captured by Lord Vorgoth, that ol' lunatic, to prepare for any danger or hardship beyond the "Ancient Enemy"...

Keep that between us, alright? If the overseers read this, they'll put my head on a spike. A perfectly measured, evenly sharpened one at that!

On behalf of His Highness, Lord Vorgoth, Guard of the North and Ruler of Rimgard
His Lordship hereby declares by executive order:

All stationed units of the Expansion Program must refrain from referring to Lord Vorgoth in distasteful or creatively unbecoming ways.

All stationed units of the Expansion Program ought to report gossip and common scolds so they may be brought to justice by a scold's bridle, or, upon repeated offense, a stay in the dungeons of variable length according to the overseer's best judgment.
Additional punishment, most appropriately dealt with a sharpened wooden spear of appropriate diameter and length, may be carried out at will —

(The rest of the decree is too tattered and ripped to decipher.)