You speak of false teachings, of disgrace, yet you do not see that the
reason Mhaldor is losing its allies and its citizens lies squarely on
your stupidity and self-conceit.

Whenever your eloquent quill graces our newsboards, whenever I hear your
lovely voice shouting... I can't help but think of a tiny little dog
that barks up a storm, then struts away satisfied as if it had achieved
some great victory by being louder than someone else.

Latus

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Ero, in the year 377 AF.