And now the head of the pack of mutts deigns himself to bark.

Drenmir,
The venerable spirit bestowed upon you wings to seek out and hunt aberrations like whatever the fuck that gauntlet is that calls itself justice. Instead you've taken to grow a tail to wag before your new masters. Despicable. I disagreed with your appointment to Constable yet I thought to give you time and grace. Seems I was mistaken. I do not forget you who disgraced yourself as a Councillor of the Circle of Four by issuing unlawful bounties and stepped down as a result. When a child stumbles twice it is amusing, when you do it, well, you're no child are you?

To the Lady Steward,
Reign in your stupid hound. Before you even announced the result of your investigations into this situation, and verified the claims of some Cillian Lockwood - a single witness and a message bore from someone who you cannot even pin a face to. My neighbours, that I might remind you - those you claim to serve, have been condemned further and now Drenmir seeks to hammer in that final nail. 

Who is Cillian Lockwood? What benefits has he brought us? Was he actually beset upon by those he accused? Are you sure he was no greedy merchant seeking to take advantage of us, of my neighbours? 

Why must my neighbours be captured? what wrong have they commited? Where is the evidence of these wrongs? Do not suggest that the circumstances dictate it. Could I not have killed him for daring to wrongfully accuse my neighbours? Where is my bounty? Where is your so called justice? 

Drenmir is your appointed, not our elected, so this is wholly on you. The first mark of your new council is now tainted. I pray you don't deepen it further, Else that quill you enjoy so much may write your legacy with blood rather than ink. 

Signed:
- Sun.