You rot my guildmate in front of me after you are rezzed. You then die
and you have the audacity to think you can threaten me for it? Continue
to hide in Ashtan. Continue to send insults while hiding behind city
guards.

You make me sick.

Your day will come, Necromancer. Keep up your actions against my
guildmates and soon you'll be living with the Imps again. Don't think
I'll do it? Try me.

-Daskalos

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Niuran, in the year 134 MA.