
“I vaguely remember a time when my enemies could at
least threaten me effectively–”
He isn’t sure, but he thinks he’s reading a death threat. Most
of it is just a jumbled mess of squiggles, however, and the
Warden is… really quite tempted to just give up deciphering
the mess before his eyes.
He crumples up the letter.
"Sorry, did you want something?“