Greetings Sapience,

Well, once again I make another post. If you have no care for the
current issue with Duiran or the forests being on fire, then do just
skip the rest of this.

A handful of months has passed since I began my little project. As of
now I've reached four forests. At the turn of the month it shall be
five. While I many Druids and Sentinels valiantly fighting said fires,
very admirable... I daresay I never see Wylliam. Oh wait, yes I do. I
see him in the Heartwood all the time. Either himself or Fanico, always
cowering in the grove, ready to touch their little entwined trinkets to
run and abandon their companions at the drop of a... well, forestal.

I'm sure you all recall Wylliam. He's the person behind this entire
little problem. Why? Probably because I expressed an opinion as a
Sentinel, that he was an utter and complete fool. An opinion that I'm
sure most share, if not within the Sentinels themselves.

So what does he do? Though I've spent months without breaking a single
law, both in harvesting or even assisting in the attack on forestals, he
enemies me. Now, I don't know about you, but if you wake up one day and
suddenly you have a big angry ranger inserting a large weapon into your
sternum, I'm sure you'd be a bit perturbed as well.

As such, this whole fiasco began.

Good job, Wylliam. Cower, hide, fear. Your forests will continue to
burn. I admire the work of your betters, but it is you that this
particular lesson has been crafted.

To Duiran: I rather advise you get a better Benandanti. Without him,
most of your conflicts would not even exist.

To the Druids: Though Lomion felt a need to enemy me, I'll not bother
with you.

To the Sentinels: Hopefully you didn't let that idiot back in.

Kalydian, Azdun, lower Scidve and the Morgun. Which is next? Who knows.
The Itzatl is looking rather pretty this time of year, though.


Penned by my hand on the 1st of Haernos, in the year 204 MA.