I've lost count of how many times you've all died already. I did nothing
to deserve such status, and I demand once again that you unenemy me.

You're all going to die until it is done. I have more important matters
to be dealing with and I don't have the time to run around and hunt you
all down like the dogs you are.

To the non-leaders of the guild...when you die...when I'm sitting next
beside you, draining your best friend of their life, while trying to
carry on a conversation with you in the next couple of months..be angry.
Have hatred. Let it build. Get as angry as you can, hold as much hatred
as the Gods will let you. But don't have it for me, have it for Wylliam,
and your fellow leaders. They can make it stop. Not I.

- Arch Duke of Nebre'seir, Draiman Arcan

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Khepary, in the year 180 MA.