All that free will invested in you and you still decide to squander it in service to a thug and his deranged father.

Pathetic.

To the rest of Sapience: do not be intimidated by this empty display of sycophantic scribbling. The Argent Legion is weak and bereft of purpose, propped up by a Lord that has known no victory and given us naught but division and hatred. They have ever sought to dig their wicked tendrils into the soil of our hearts and homes, and it has ever been the labor of good folk that has seen those advances rejected.

Fight back, Sapience. Do not let this dog of Varyan fool himself into thinking he makes a difference.

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 20th of Midsummer, in the year 501 MA.