To those of you who claim the right to kill me, may you find whatever
sort wretched of satisfaction you can from ending my life now, but know
that it will be short lived. I am a pawn to no one and I kneel to no
mortal, but I will not end my life as a callous, war-stricken creature.

Come and end your feuds with me if what you want so badly is my blood.

I will be waiting.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Arios, in the year 214 MA.