Irontooth,
You mangy fatherless son of a gnome, your nithing lizard-rats need to stop sending me sacrifices. They’re piling up like cordwood, and they stink like only a bowel-voiding half-orc can. I have all I need to complete the rift-pact, and then you’ll be well rewarded in the war, If you don’t attract attention with more thrice-damned superfluous raids! Otherwise I’ll find room to include your rank stumbleclutch in the rites. Do not forget that I am
Your Lord and Master
Kalarel Barakdral
Postscript: Have you tried leashes on the incompetent scute-suckers?