Oonagh,

I'll likewise use your name, for you didn't bother standing up for anything you claim to defend, and are thus unworthy of any titles they may grant.

You and others wronged me earlier this week. I will find you, one at a time, over however long it takes. Make it difficult, take a knee and offer me your head, it makes no difference to me. It is inevitable, no matter how many guards, allies, friends, shrines, or walls I must tear through.

When I die, I expect it will be met with silence, or polite acknowledgment. When you die, it will be met with the same. Should any of you see fit to shout? I may not be as loud as the Sun Drinker, but my roar is louder than yours.

In Strength, so that you may find some,
Toz Aquila-Seirath

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 6th of Ios, in the year 477 MA.