*A young elven woman peruses the bullitens, reading them one by one, her line ending at this. A grin passes her lips before she retrieves a pen and parchment nearby, scribing her own reply in a smooth script.*
Do you have any idea how many have attempted the feat you set upon yourself? Just look back at the history of these lands and determine how well you will do from there. Nevermind that you jump straight to world domination, why not start smaller, like a hamlet, or hells, a small kingdom before moving on to a full realm.
*The elven woman tacks her response onto the bottom of the threat, adding her signature as an afterthought, an obvious afterthought.*
Truely,
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