Nebre'seir,

You speak from ignorance, and it makes you look foolish. Allow me to correct this.

He was disruptive enough to remove, and some few have been earnest in saying so. You will find in your possession a copy of the letter I myself submitted to the Speaker's Council calling for his exile, complete with every removal-worthy offense committed over the last five years. I urge you to read it and learn, for you do not wear ignorance well.

The Heartwood opted to offer him a final chance. Rehabilitation at a cliff's edge, for any further offenses would lead to his ousting. Yet he found himself now without allies. The Gods of Life and Death forsook him. His staunchest defenders have run out of excuses for his behaviour and he found himself alone, for the Wood was growing tired of his farce. He left because he had no kindred within the boughs, as none would pay him mind any further.

So too do you speak false, in that Edhain has not "moved on" from anything. Are you deaf to him howling at the sky like some wounded animal over every perceived injustice? How he conspired to aid the Seventh? Are you blinded to actions of the frothing, half-mad cretin you call Crow? You accuse Lhoden of personal vendetta, but he has spoken nothing but truth--you are simply too deluded by your misguided kinship to see it. But by all means, hasten your destruction and bring the wretch to your side. Aye, break bread with him, call him kin and watch with dismay or torrid glee as he begins his cycle anew. Watch as your aethers grow quiet, witness your comrades' backs as they grow weary of him and decide exodus is preferable to the headache that accompanies him. Bolster our numbers, such that we may consume you more easily in time. Then, when you are left wondering what happened to the vibrancy of the Spires, you will recognize the wisdom that was given and wish you had taken it from the start.

At any point, he is no longer our problem. I struggle to think of an existence more odious than that of Edhain de Verdigris, Wound of Sapience. Thus, I shall think of him no further, and I urge all to do the same.


Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 2nd of Ios, in the year 19 AC.