Mr. Lowleaves,
Or is it Baron now, it has been so long. I trust you and your good cousin are living well. I am sending you this as a courtesy and out of a feeling of nostalgia for the days we spent in the same ranks. I do so fondly remember those times, crushing our enemies together. Why, I still recall how you earned your honor rank, taking a wound to your own arm to save me from a potentially fatal spear shot. Those were simpler times.
But times have changed. WE are no longer one big happy fleet. The winds have aligned our sails to different waters. I have been gone a long time and in this time I have learned much. I have seen the good name of Triad dragged through the muck and slime. This can no longer be acceptable. I will not allow this to continue. The Armada is coming to the Kingdom with a purpose, for we will set things right.
When we return, and it will be soon mind you, I hope that you and I will not find ourselves on opposing ends of the saber. There have been clashes between our fleets and your Sea Lions, but I know that those incidents were isolated and most likely the actions of our underlings rather than direct orders from on high. Still I would be remiss if I did not warn you directly of our impending resurgence into the area. I do not want to have bad blood, but know this - I will not give any quarter to those who stand against me.
I look forward to a game of strategy when next we meet, it has been too long. I hope married life has not made you too soft.
~Captain Alonso Coronado
