You have betrayed the Bahkatu. You have betrayed your Order. You have
betrayed your family. All I have to say is that should be careful of
where you tread. Xanrl is no longer my problem, as I will punish you for
your crass decisions.

What I feel is a mix between disappointment, hatred, and melancholy. But
you will see Passion at its harshest: hatred and revenge.

Seek shelter where you will. In the Rout, hiding in the shadows from the
Truth that once led you and you so ignorantly left. In Lady Niuri, where
you will finally realize that you know nothing. Wherever you hide, I
will find you. I will track you down and with the Elders and the rest of
the Sleuth, enjoy ripping you limb from limb and tasting the blood of an
insurgent and a plagued shell of mortality.

Good luck, Betrayer, for you will need it when you are hiding amoung the
Spires and may you be smart enough to never leave.

That is all

Seer Ellianas the Scarred


Penned by my hand on the 1st of Midsummer, in the year 208 MA.