Looking at the crude language Aedon snickered a bit. He had, over the years seen many orc missives. But few had been as crudely composed as this one. Although it did have some similarity to basic Shadowclan, it lacked finesse or really any subtle malice. It was almost as though a band of young orcs had split off and fancied themselves to be warriors. Taking up a pen and paper, he made a quick note as to what he thought the message said.
"I will send this on to Cove later on." He thought to himself.
Folding the note, he slipped it into his pocket, and headed out into the Glade.
To Zarfu from Sh'kah'r You gave them a magic stomping. You have done good, Coves humans did bad. You caused the humans to bleed(Spread their blood) Cove falls, then we march on the rest of them. Dag and Fig will get them some food. (names I suppose.) Stomp them Caines and crack their skulls. I got some plans. Sending sneaky Puh' doo to split their heads. Get ready to march soon.