Hens before Shens

Shades here, Engineers.
As your boss and Lord o' Mosswood by technicality, I'd like to personally thank you all for stickin' by me and mine when Aberdeen decided to try makin' my business its own business.
There ain't nobody who knows much about the great ugly stick lodged up Aberdeen's asshole. How deep it goes, how much Aberdeen likes it, or just how fuckin' ugly the damn thing is. It's a right mystery to damn near everyone.
What I do know is that this ain't gonna be the last we've seen o' them. Frightened little clam that it is, Aberdeen's gone shut its shell up to everyone. But as the ocean round it boils under the wrath o' that great bloated Demon Prince we all know and love, Aberdeen's ugly squishy guts will come spillin' out sooner or later.
Word ovva Lord back in Mosswood seems to have done taken off and flown faster than I imagined. It looks like the time I go make that claim official is drawin' near, and once I do we can almost depend on Aberdeen not playin' nice. There ain't a bird out there they won't try to throw in a cage.
Once the Lordship's cleared, one o' my first few actions will be to reward those who helped me clear it. We got a whole kingdom to put into place, and plain as the beak on my face I ain't givin' any positions to likes o' ol' Bristleback when I got my team o' Engineers by my side to choose from. Another primary action will be to write Aberdeen completely off o' the Mosswood deed. Technically their land is Mosswood's, but I ain't gonna leave some hidden legal backdoor for them cutsnakes to come slitherin' in. Best to let them have their fuckin' mountains and cut any former relations with them out entirely.
But for now? I say it's company policy to send any more non-Tengu Aberdeenian refugees we find clawin' at our gates straight to Zelkor's Ferry.