My Lord, My Sire,
As promised, I send now to you a second report, and must grieve once more that you be forced to read it.
I encountered two men this day, as I prowled about the streets of this dismal town. They were brown of skin, and their speech was foreign to this land. However, I am accustomed to this tongue, for many of their kinsman serve you in your beautifully shadowed land, my king. Having approached me directly, I found them most interesting, and they verbally expressed their mutuality in such thoughts.
The first named himself "Gold", whilst the second remained silent. Yet, when the second DID make to converse with me, I came to find that he was a loudmouthed fool, boasting of his prowess, whilst insulting my humble demeanour, o' Lugburz. They sought idle chatter, methinks, but they soon found themselves in my employ. They will act as messengers, spreading the word of your glory and terror, and they will bring to me those that would bow to you.
After a time, the sun began to rose, and it scorched my skin, and blinded me. I bade farewell to these Haradrim, and departed for the cool darkness of my catacombs. However, as I neared my Kalungol, I came across the Hymn-Chanter Prince, an old acquaintance of mine. In truth, I cannot remember the circumstances of our last parting, but the Askadun is greatly renowned amongst those of Angmar and Dol Guldur.
I invited him into Kalungol, and we discussed my business in this region. He offered his services, and we now strive for the same goals. We will serve you here, grand Lugburz. We are your instruments of dominion.
-Zurtriin
