Jaeharn,

You are perhaps the most nauseating, paltry, writhing creature on the
face of this planet.

Not only a betrayer of oaths, but you now seek to live with the cattle
of this sphere, writhing in their filth. How do the citizens of Thera
feel about a known murderer and drinker of blood living with them? I am
sure the women in the market _never_ think to blame you when their
charming little daughters turn up drained of life giving fluids.

I suppose you have given up drinking the blood of sentient beings? You
no longer raise their dead carcasses for your uses? You survive from the
blood of rats and sheep?

Emperor Abhorash Nehekhara

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Midsummer, in the year 62 MA.