Respectfully,

I stand in the dead of a soul's Winter, snow-beast. Spring rains fall not upon me.

My terms, which were solely to let me be, have changed according to the recent wave of provocation.

I. Retribution

Send out the spiteful fools who offend me and then hide, letting Alderclaw and Rhydderch and Silversway and Ivaryen and so many others suffer for the purposeless malice they have wrought. I want them one at a time, for Bujevdu can only stomach one carcass a day.

II. Future Wisdom

Replace the sanctimoniously petty Watcher with one less deeply unwise, who will attend the true threat rather than focus her vindictive witchery on an easily-targeted rogue.

by my will,
Edhain Arcan

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 16th of Lexadian, in the year 19 AC.