Commander, I write to you as one soldier to another. Do you hate oppression, bloodshed, and war? If your answer to this question is "of course," then we are already friends. Forgive me. I've taken the liberty of writing a letter to you without introducing myself first.
I come from the great Isles to the west. Like all Highlanders, I am a farmer who makes his living off the land. I get up early every morning and work with the mountain breeze at my side. In the evening, I go home and sit around the fire with my clan, drinking and singing. If it weren't for the oppressors who have come to our land, those greedy, tyrannical Loegrians, our days could have been filled with peace. I am quite certain that they came just to start a war for the fun of it. In the beginning, they bandied about lofty ideals such as civilization and royalty. After we refused, things took a turn for the worse, and they cursed us as ignorant savages. Then came the heavy cavalry. They trampled over our farmland, killed innocents, and burned our villages to the ground.
We have established an army of resistance and vowed to defend our homeland. But the enemy is strong and we must appeal to the mainland for help.
I have heard that you are just, courageous, and an enemy of tyranny. I hereby appeal to you for help. Come to the Highlands and help us win our war.