Malhavoc, it truly beats me how a city can allow itself to be led by one
who professionally rejoices in the destruction of the neighbourhood
of my birth, the Descent, by the weeds that you so adore. It beats me
how
the once great city of Ashtan can allow itself to be led by one who
will dance on the ruins of a village that once belonged to its sphere
of influence and fell under its protection. It beats me how any city can
allow itself to be led by one who regards the destruction of all cities
as the dream of his life come true. Ashtan, city of my birth, I mourn
for
you. It seems that you have overcome your enemies only to fall to your
"liberators".

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Severin, in the year 114 MA.