Simpering cowards of the North,

For once, I commend you on coming out of hiding from within those walls filled with misery and corruption that you call home. I am sure you're proud of whatever scheme your pustule-ridden Regent has cooked up this time, but as always, you remain a source of disappointment. Too afraid to be commit to a cause and too weak to fight a fight worth talking about, but much like the cockroaches lining your streets, that has never seemed to stop you.

So come. Come for our soliads again. Fight the creatures of the wilds, fueled with the heart of Dia'ruis, and know that nothing you create in the name of "science" could come close to matching Her glory. Anything concocted in your labs is a stain upon this world, and the plane that keeps your citizens and ours alive.

And when you face the mirror of Death again, I hope the irony of your actions is not lost upon you.

Speaker of the Heartwood,
Spear of the Hunt,
Valorie Aresti

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 19th of Chakros, in the year 507 MA.