Well, I have certainly enjoyed this little dance. But, still, it's time
to end this. Look, when it comes to the Sylvans, we all know how this is
going to end. That's right. I can imagine all of you shaking your head
and thinking exactly what I'm about to say. And that is: A complete,
absolute, irrefuteable, record-setting, Deity-wowing, unbelieveable,
horrific victory. Everyone here knows the Sylvans will use the poor
excuses for costumes that everyone else is comming up with as rugs for
our groves after this is all over. But, there is hope! You can
gracefully bow out now, admit you never, ever stood a chance, and we
promise to only snicker at you as we accept your retreat. Or, if you
want to be publically embarassed to the point your own Patrons abandon
you out of shame, feel free to stay in. We don't care, since we're going
to win anyway. I don't even know why we're calling this a contest.
Unless it's a contest to see who is the first loser after we win, in
which case I wish all of you luck in getting that position.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Daedalan, in the year 433 AF.