I didn't know you praying to Belakai to have indifference removed from
reality constituted vampires and Luminaries being equal in a duel. Your
strengths and weaknesses are obvious, and no one is impressed. Your
strengths obviously do not include defending the villages of your
so-called protectorate despite having superior numbers, as we feasted
upon all in Shastaan and Arbothia yet again, who could not hide as you
did less than 100 paces from our revelry. They were so close to safety,
and yet so far...

I accept a duel with you, because unlike your useless self, I am not
afraid of death. Even if you win, it will not change anything. You are a
thug kept around only because you have an ankyrean mace, and reviled
because you lack the courage to use it in any useful or honorable way.
This will be the last time I accept a duel with you until further
notice.

Strung Iscariot.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Midsummer, in the year 172 MA.