Indifference matters not to me, Strung. Unlike you, I did not need to go
into Torpor because things did not go my way. You call me a thug, yet
you are the one going around needlessly slaughtering innocents. You
mention my Ankyrean mace, but what of the artifacts of the Ankyreans
that you possess? Surely you are not a hypocrite on top of a coward,
Strung Iscariot. You accept the duel and I shall meet you at the place
known as North of Trees.

You claim to be the Champion, the Greater person, the Warrior. This duel
will prove what is stronger - Light or Darkness.

I will see you on the battlefield, Strung Iscariot.

-Daskalos

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