Talinon...I don't know how else to do it, maybe you were deaf when I
shouted, maybe your soul was severed from your body when I tried to talk
to you, who knows. But I'll post it to where everyone can see, including
you. I will hunt you untill my body is no longer able to, or untill you
hide behind grace, or untill Varian deems my actions unfit and turns me
into a shrubbery. I will not bring friends into this, but you will. If
anyone decides to protect you, they will die. This means anyone. I do
not see how anyone in Sapience could protect you...I have offered you
duels in the past, and you have only accepted one, and even then Aiden
helped you out because you weren't prepared. Sad, really. I fought you
with no minion and you still needed help. Every other time we have done
battle you have ran, you have either ran to Enorian or the Heartwood, or
you have recieved help in one form or another. I fought you in the sun
and in the forest at the same time, with all of you wonderous traps, and
you still fled. I offer you one last chance to duel me before I begin my
hunt. North of Trees, or even in your beloved forest, in three months
time. If you accept, regardless of the outcome of the fight, I will
never lay a hand on your cursed flesh again, unless it is a time of war.


- Draiman Arcan

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Slyphian, in the year 153 MA.