To Malurar the Peaceful,

While you may be content to feast upon carrion and goblinkin,
I am not. I wage no "war", I have no "followers". I act to sate
my hunger, and my hunger alone. I savor watching the life slip
from the eyes of a victim. Feel free to continue picking your
daisies, but do not proclaim yourself the representative of
Those Who Hunt.

It is not I who is the disgrace.

You are what you are, Vampire.

Blood Magus, Povox the Ancient

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Arios, in the year 143 MA.