When I was but a wee Tiax, I always thought that the followers of Lord
Twilight were masters of the shadows and chicanery, and yet today I see
them out-witted in the defense of their own holy grounds by the Cabal.
Perhaps I should grant the benefit of the doubt, and assume such
clumsiness is all part of an insidious plan which could only be
described in the muddled parlance of darkwalkers. Indeed, a plan with
random Capitalization with no clear Meaning. A plan filled with
extraneous dichotomies of reason and emotion, clarity and deception, and
perhaps even a touch of the exciting and dull. A plan which, with a bit
of artful obfuscation, can be made to fill enough tomes to make a
library look important. However, the granting of such a benefit would
surely be far too generous when dealing with the straggled remains of a
once influential order.

-Tiax

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Chronos, in the year 436 AF.