Kobold,

Let this be the formal dissolution of our bond. You are no longer my ward and therefore, no longer my responsibility.

As spoken to me by the Lord, there is none so low, so wretched, so miserably pathetic, as the oathbreaker.

We shall meet anon. Let Morale weep for the suffering which shall befall Their benighted son.

Ever His,

Whirran Arcan-Tetzauh

High Priest

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 1st of Ios, in the year 3 AC.