<HTML><FONT FACE=arial,helvetica><BODY BGCOLOR="#ffffff"><FONT SIZE=2>Greetings to the Sea Reavers of Marinus and their Noble Allies,
<BR> With banners unfurled and sharpened blades glistening neath Noonday sun doth Windmasters await your visit, Good Cousins. I have spoken to the Noble hearts of Windmasters thus, Let our warriors ply their trade upon these fine visitors from the North that they might feel most welcome.
<BR> Though in thy confusion thou dost mistake steer for maiden, we await your negotiations most heartily. Tis but an Irish mistake, me thinketh, that thou wouldst look Southward in thy quest for expansion. Thy agents hath gazed upon the modest stillness of our verdure lands and have mistaken our humility for weakness. We shall present thee most gladly the sight of our great transformation when our ears do hear the glorious blast of Warhorns. For in that twinkling wilst thou see this gentle cat sprout razor claws and wings of victory.
<BR> Come South, Good Cousins, that we might embrace thee.
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<BR>Hrothgar</FONT></HTML>