Voice of the Duiran Council, and Duiran Council at large,

I am the dastardly bandit who broke into your guildhalls last week, and bombed your storefronts this week.

Now that you know my name, fear it. Keep it out of your mouths when I deal with my affairs that do not concern you. Lower your gazes when I walk past, lest a dirty look provoke my ire. Stay quiet when I ride on the highways so I need not hear petulant falsehoods proclaimed of me. I like the feeling of the wind in my hair, and I dislike the feeling of your dogs' teeth on my neck and the bloody barking of a sycophantic pack beating me to death.

Keep your coyotes leashed. Leave me be. Or you will regret the wrath you stir, because I seek not the Glade of Heroes, and fight as determinedly as the soot that stains your market district.

by my will,
Edhain Arcan

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 15th of Lexadian, in the year 19 AC.