Following document is a free transliteration by a folklorist familiar with the
eastern orcish runes. The letter itself is written on a curious rice-paper and
was found on a corpse of a goblin servant who, officials say, was ambushed by
the evermore threatening and prominent chaos cultists running rampant near the
city of Rilynttar.

Make of this what you will.

"Smelly. I know that you do not enjoy plays, and that is quite fine by me, as
I doubt someone of such a low intellect level as you are could enjoy finer
things in life, or unlife in this case. Anyway I heard that this foreigner
(gaijin?) from Laenor called Endure has prepared a play which he will perform
in the grand Shadowkepian amphitheathre next wednesday about 9 pm (eastern
european time)"

You should not misunderstand the intention of this letter - Your presence does
not make me happy in the slightest. In fact I am only going there for the the
master chef food prepared by that world-famous cook Damie Poliver. It also is
something a stupid (baka?) lich like you can never eat or understand anyway.

Now look what you have made me do you worthless undead. I have already spent a
large portion of my precious time writing such annoyingly sugary letter! I can
not believe myself! So stupid. You better appreciate this you, you... (moving
corpse? rotting cadaver? it is hard to make out, the runes are garbled much
like those directions into wildspace)"