Sir Olgierd,
I write you this missive, my good sir, because I believe surprise attacks to be bad form. I wish to inform you that I will not tolerate any more such behavior on my lands. If you choose to surround yourself with a company of lewd rabble most unworthy of a nobleman, that, sir, is your private affair. It is not my place to interfere. But I do not intend to allow them to turn my property into an arena for their brawling and whoring. The next time you and your churls enter my demesne, you shall either respect my laws or I will have you tied to a team of horses and dragged along the bottom of a rocky ravine. Consider this, good sir, before you and your company set foot on my lands again.
Sincerely,
Eric Duboix, often called “The Dauntless”