My Dearest Deyapa,
It is with great sadness I report the deaths of so many of our brethren throughout Shadowfen. They fall like dead leaves in a burning forest as the invaders sear root and branch in their sacrilege.
I do not know what the Dominion intends to do with the Hist sap it collects from our sacred trees, but I must warn you: your secluded hamlet may be next. The blood-trail of tapped Hist trees winds through Shadowfen and shows no sign of stopping. Red ants on a blood trail, they are. Make certain they do not consume you.