{Private to Voldemort and his most loyal followers}
After quite some time away, I have returned after travelling Europe. The Trolls of west, Giants in the north, the darker legions of Centaurs in the east, the few Acromantula they have yet to hunt down in the south, and wizards from across the continent will soon be falling into line to follow the Dark Lord.
And of course the Dementors as well, however my trust of such creatures extends only so far. Do not mistake my intentions, My Lord, it just seems that they are more concerned with themselves and could care less about our greater purpose, I fear their lack of loyalty will prove to be a problem in the future.
I can feel everything changing, the winds shift to our favor and I am quite certain it is almost time. It feels most delicious to be back. I will be at my parent's former home on the outskirts of London, you all do know how to find it but I ask you to use descretion in seeking me out--as always--I hate company--especially the unwanted sort.
{End Private}