Greetings Son,

It has come to my attention that you, my son, are among the ranks of
Mother's enemies. You have proven yourself to be quite the sinner,
wrath, glutton, envy. The whole lot. You should learn to control your
sinning dear son, it will be the end of you one day. So easily
manipulated, the sinner is. For your sins are your weakness.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'll admit Wrath has quite the hold on me at
this moment. I mean, who wouldn't? Finding out his son is among those
that defile his Mother's shrines. Despicable.

So today, I'll issue a formal challenge to you. A duel to the death. I
win I offer your corpse to Mother and speak of this no more. If you win
you can do with my corpse as you wish, and I will again speak of this no
more.

May you live in fear until this is over.


Kaalish'd'nhor'd'A'ro'qith'a'kaalish-qa


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Glacian, in the year 454 AF.