*scribbled below on the same parchment, almost running over the original message in places*
Check up on how friendly Ilsare is to your god, lad. I have my doubts as to how useful your potions will be if you make them there, and if I see you there, I'll take it as a personal insult that your rules-laden relic of a god is letting you. Go south to Velensk where your kind is actually wanted.
*the writing grows less legible toward the end, and the note isn't signed*
