Dear (Lesser) Lord Debilis,
I must admit that for a moment here and there during my journey to this wretched backwater of a town I actually had doubts about your master plan. After all, why would you pluck your greatest cultist from Vudra, home to the finest teas on the material plane, and send her halfway around the globe to this land where they somehow find it acceptable to drink beverages made from grapes, grain, and fermented mammoth milk. You would be appalled to observe how the unwashed throngs guzzle tankards of these foul fluids. Sigh.
And their taverns...disgusting! They aren't even clean. Where are the pillows? The incense? The handsome slaves with their shaved and oiled chests waiting on my every whim. Of course, I would never acquiesce to permit one of these filthy, hairy barbarians into even the basest tea room in the royal palace. I'm sure they would scratch the tigerwood floors with their unfashionable boots. They'd probably turn the high Vudran tea ceremony into a drinking contest.
But of course looking out from the city wall this very morning, I recognized your true genius. Vudra was too easy. You needed Princess Nisha Balasubramanium for a much more difficult task. After all, while the five acres of tea plantations covering the great kingdom of Kamatakayanamir offer many challenges for your loyal servant Princess Nisha, they pale in comparison to this Worldwound. I'm sure you've recognized my many qualifications to be your next herald, but this offers the perfect opportunity to groom me for the task.
There beyond the river stand thousands of acres, just waiting for us to cultivate. That pathetic bug Deskari has merely been unknowingly fulfilling your brilliant plan. By releasing the Abyss upon these lands, he has merely been preparing for our vast plantations of tea to be seeded, watered and harvested. All that remains is for us to exterminate the insect. It's almost too easy. I eagerly await your signal to begin.
Your loyal servant,
Princess Nisha Balasubramanium