Dear Phaedra,
I have touched your blood before I have seen your face, and signed by your blood is the telling that you shall be ferried upon the Edutu soon.
New to this city, I find your missive estranged and know naught what is meant by this title of Hakem you mistake mine self for seeking.
If in finding this message you yet draw breath, allow me this honor of hearing your last rites afore these strides towards death that Warad has placed in your path take you to They who sit beside.
Kula and Her fickle children will always enjoy the hospitality of the Martyrs.