I wish only that your work ethic was as boisterous as your most recent news posting, Azra. As someone who shared both a house and city with you, I found the read to be rather amusing. During your time in Ashtan, we sparred numerous times in the arena. And upon every one of your defeats, which were numerous I might add, you had yet another excuse as to why things were unfair. When you died in your main class, it was because you could'nt find a killpath. And when I extinguished your flames as an elemental you claimed simply that you didn't know what you were doing.

I couldn't agree more.

As entertaining as it was to hear someone with four and a half centuries more experience than I complain about unfairness, I must admit that Ashtan is a more serene place without your unending stream of complaints. As for your charges of complacency within the Seat, that too seems ironic coming from the mouth of someone who still relies on mortal rest and nourishment at your age.

Ashtan is the Seat of Chaos. The climb to Ascension is not one that is meant to be taken lightly. Without challenge, we do not grow. Without hardship, we remain soft. However, not even on one occasion have I found myself unable to ask a question, seek enlightenment, or train with my citymates in order to aid in my climb.

I have only been an adventurer for two years, Azra. And yet, I already feel so far beyond you. You joined the Nemesian Vanguards inside of that two year window and were out before my twentieth birthday. You claim you want to lead a revolution? You couldn't even stick to a commitment for that short span of time. You broke your oaths to Ashtan and to the Vanguard and went crying out into the world, shouting from the newsroom.

Your story is nothing more than an example of one too weak willed to Ascend in Chaos throwing a tantrum from beneath It's Great Wheel.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Lupar, in the year 825 AF.