Zander,

I frankly don't care what you do, or attempt to do with your pathetic
race, but when you begin calling my husband inferior you've taken a step
too far.
I don't care what generation you are, No one does, we're probably
cousins (Lleis help me), and your plans fall on deaf ears. When the
powerful consanguine you seek start jumping on you and licking you
perhaps you'll crawl back into your coffin and return to sleep.
I can only hope.

Tis your first warning, I'm trying to be a peaceful man, don't push me
please.

Aren

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Midsummer, in the year 140 MA.