Dear animal men tribes of the surroundings of Kingpick,
First of all, hello! We are your new neighbours. Yes, we are going to build a massive stone structure in your ancestral homeland and there's nothing you can do about it. Anyway, I don't know if you guys can read or not, so I'm just sticking this letter to that grey langur man that bumbled into one of our cage traps and hoping for the best.
Point being, please don't visit. It sets off the dogs something awful. The echidna men will notice two of their members missing. Dogs. The grey langur men will notice four. Also a dog. And a farmer. Do you get my point?
Warmest wishes,
Overseer McAlways
Dear Kogsak Atekrakust, pet of Shem Tabaratis,
Sit! Roll over! Oooh, who's a good girl? Is it you? I think it's you! Doggy want a bone? Sit up! Beg! Good girl, there ya go!
*ahem* Anyway. You're a very brave dog, killing those four gray langur savages without even any formal war training. I'm gonna chalk that up to your huge muscles. And listen, I don't mind you taking out your frustration on the local animal people. I know how it is, when life gets ya down you just have to tear a living creature apart with your teeth. That's natural. What I am angry about is the fact that you killed one of only two badger boars on the map, thus leaving our current badger domestication program with something of a genetic bottleneck. I don't want inbred badgers, okay? I want them with healthy, shiny coats, keen little eyes and raging bloodlust, so we can proudly present them to the monarch.
So no more killing badgers (except if they're shitty sows) or I'm going to put you on a rope in your master's bedroom forever.
Pets and scritches,
Overseer McAlways