You demand answers from her. Abis, in response, takes the letter, breaks the seal and tosses it at you in disgust, before leaving.
You roll open the scroll and begin to read.
'Father, it is just as you feared. The insanity of this man knows no bounds! He carelessly kills off his own progeny, and now sent his most valuable heir and son and my husband, Leath, to death. Is he so power-hungry that he believes he will sit on the throne all the time, and therefore there's no need for someone to replace him? What will happen when he will run out of children to succeed him?
And instead of mending relations with dwarves, burying them in money they so love, he burns bridge after bridge each time an opportunity appears. I'm sure you heard of his sacriledgeous deed with their tomb few years ago.
And now he threw the final insult upon me and my house. He removed my beloved Anwyn from inheritance, instead placing his disfigured son, Houlandin, as heir to Methiant. Cyl is the Emperor, and that apparently means no law is sacred for him. What is next, I cannot fathom, but I fear for the lives of me and my children. Leath always said his father was reasonable and just, but maybe it was Leath's devotion to Cyl that blinded him.
Please Father, make an excuse for which I can leave this accursed palace of this equally accursed Emperor and visit your house again. I will take my children, and never come back here.
Abis, your beloved daughter.'
A) Treason! Treason! To dungeon with her kids, and off with her head!
B) She ain't going anywhere. To dungeon with her!
C) Maybe I should really apologize to her. This one time.
D) Proof-less scribbling, this is. Fireplace is where this letter belongs!
E) She can go, take the kids, and hopefully I won't see her again.