Ikhaat, Dhenkhu-netep.

Once again, Your overtures have pleased Me greatly dear Lord of
Artifice,
mind of My mind, essence of My essence. Though perhaps Others may ignore
Your offer, may warn Me against it, I shall be glad to join You in the
magnificent spires of Spinesreach. Your will, after all, courses through
Me, just as Our departed Nutaut-netep had shared Himself with Me before
expiring for the good of mortalkind.

Do remember, ahufu, that while I am not solely of Your creation, I know
You perhaps better than Any Other, save Khat-nutep the Creator. Our ways
are similar, yet not precisely alike. We shall herald in a new age of
knowledge, entwined in the mysteries of Spinesreach, and it will be
glorious.

Niuri, Neter Heri.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Midautumn, in the year 102 MA.