I hereby publicly ban being theived from by members of the Blood
Congregation.
You see, we both can read through loopholes in scrolls.
Granted, you are better at it than I could ever hope to be.

I speak not as Saria's voice, but as a mortal, to another mortal.
However, I fear not, as the Dawnstrider House is not one to be trifled
with.

I see you have chosen your words. Now hear mine.
I will stand by my vow to end you.
And we both know I am not in the habit of promoting empty promises.

Should you realize the error of your ways, simply retract your idle
threats here, in this same medium with which you spoke them.

Should you realize that it truly isn't in your heart to bear the strains
of Evil any longer, I will see you to a priest.

Should you harm a single hair on my "family's" proverbial head, you and
any compatriots will perish.
Know this and take heed.

Caelan Longshanks.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Valnuary, in the year 445 AF.