My dear Smok,
It has come to my attention that you have executed your first attack upon the rogue dragons. I am very displeased.
I hear, firstly, that you hired several dragons of the benevolent kind to carry out your onslaught. You dolt! You dolt! You dolt! Are you insane? It seems that Terminal Blagardizash runs in the family! What in the name of Belligast were you thinking? Even though your face was hidden from the rogues and you never appeared in the attack, the remaining rogues will hunt down those that they saw, and Pellicor the Mastermind will concoct many tortures for them, and they will tell him everything! Everything! Your name will be revealed! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!
Now only the Infernox sisters (who are dangerous enough in themselves), Pellicor, and Burgrath the Backstabber live. Good job on killing Ardung and Minox with your plan, but you still have four fearsome opponents to deal with and now they almost certainly know your name! You fool! You fool! You fool!
The other four have relocated, you birdbrain, because your attack scared them off. Now my friend Kreedack the Tracker will have to track them down all over again because of your bungling stupidity! You have been a fool with your foolish folly, you fool!
I expect an apology forthwith in your next reply.
-Your serpentine (and very displeased) uncle,