Greetings Sapience,

Though most of you may wish to skip this, those of you whom I called
family and friends within the Warlocks may wish to read it. So I shall
continue.

Jack,

We are blood, we were guild mates. I served well for the Warlocks,
though you seem to be serving your purposes far better. I was supportive
of your quest to regain leadership, like it mattered. You would've had
it one way or another.

I was a warlock from the time I was born. I found my family, and most of
my life there. Many of you I called brother or sister. All of you I
considered friends. It was not by my choice that I was removed from your
ranks, and I am not here to point fingers.

I served with loyalty and pride, and though I go from you now in what
some of you may call disgrace, I shall keep my pride knowing that I
never wished for my journey of seeking happiness in citizenship to end
in such a manner. Those of you that knew me, knew my intentions, and it
was well reasoned and often explained. Those of you that cared to listen
were supportive of me, as your brother and your friend. For this support
I thank you, though it seems to have gotten most of us nowhere.


Hunt me if you wish, I shall not bend my knee to conformity. I was
trained to have a far stronger will then that. Such is the strength of a
true Warlock, though not all of you may understand it. May the elements
guide my path.


Farewell,

Qui'anar Elamorian Moonflair-Aramar-Aristata

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Chronos, in the year 372 AF.