Dearest Vasilus,

It was at your hand and the hands of your lackeys that my friends in
both the wilderness and the Sentinels have died. It was at your hand
that Sapience has been scarred. It is now at your hand what I am about
to say.

Call me friend, family, and ally no longer. Call me your enemy. For
every life you have taken from Sapience I will see that your remains are
spread across this continent. Your entrails will lead a path through the
wilderness as I drag your gutted and lifeless body behind me, your
falling blood feeding the saplings whose parents you so cruelly
murdered.

Don't ever blink.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Variach, in the year 154 MA.