You fail to realize, Csethiro Cereddi -- despite your responsibility to the city beneath the wings of Primordial Pride -- that it is a matter of pride, not coin, to pave one's own path past the obstacles of the weak. Further, your paltry obsession with currency demeans the only alliance of shadow that might join forces against the forestal and lightsworn hordes.

Regardless of your mealy-mouthed pettiness, the Empire will hone to strength through the only crucible there is: Strife.


by my will,
Edhain Arcan


Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 14th of Chakros, in the year 22 AC.