Dearest Daskalos,

For years you have run through the lands with phallic images running
throughout that empty little head of yours - sticking your nose in where
it does not belong. If I had wanted to make a war out of nothing, I'd
come see you for some tips and lessons since you're the professional on
it.

Hvitur knows what he needs to do if he wants freedom to walk Sapience,
and you my friendly little bigot needs to keep your nose where it
belongs. Let Hvitur have his 'war' if he wishes to associate himself
with Shoren.

- Kikon Corona

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Haernos, in the year 203 MA.