It is rare I find myself writing to the public, but for you I'll make an
exception.

In every step you take be wary. By existing as you are you will find
yourself slain until the day the gifts you were bestowed are ripped from
your mind and body, and even after they are forgotten I doubt my fang
will ever leave you.

Take shelter, wretch. This is your only warning.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Chakros, in the year 208 MA.